Prose or Poetry
Lately I find myself writing poetry instead of prose. I have done my best to write prose of exhortation IMHO. It simply isn’t me. The messages just don’t reveal themselves in prose anymore. I am certain the prose will come again. Until that time, I must acknowledge the fluency and ease with which the Spirit’s words flow through me.
Love is the Way
To bring the world back to our God,
Reach out wherever you may be
In honest, grace filled dialogue
With Jesus’ gracious, kind mercy.
His love comes first, we know it’s true;
He loved us first before we knew
To trust Him with our every thought.
His way of love’s the way we’re taught.
Had Christ not loved the fishermen,
Or Matthew, hated by his kin,
Or Mary, who anointed Him,
They’d not seen Jesus’ face again.
We cannot fall back to condemn
Or rant and rave ‘bout us and them.
God wants all people to Him brought;
If not through love, there will be naught.