Our Body, His Temple

So dear saint, seek purity
Flee immorality, lust
Let our body, God’s Temple
Be sanctified, in His trust.

What Bugs You?

Yes, those bugs and frustrations
God allows, each our way
Are to get our attention
Cause us turn, and obey.

Full of Self, or God’s Glory?

We have one life on earth
How will it be spent
Self-effort, self- sufficient
Or lived, as God meant?

‘Self’…My Old Nature

So now repentant, trusting Him
Born anew, from above
We are now, His own possession
Redeemed, by Jesus’ love.

A Circumcised Heart

A new creature in Christ
The old, has passed away
A circumcision, without hands
Jesus opened, a new way.

So Near…So Far (The Inner…or Outer)

The soldiers were gambling
For Jesus’ garments to win
Concerned with the outer
So blind to their sin.

Be Dead to Sin

Our repentance, often shallow
More remorse, and regret
Not turning and fleeing
From pet sins, that beset.

Are You Needing to Change?

Daily follow and abide
Lift to Him, every thought
As I feed on Your Word
Obey all I am taught.

God’s Fountain, or Our Cisterns?

With other cisterns, we still thirst But not the waters, Jesus gives
Becomes a fountain, within us
Springing up, forever lives.

Rivers of Living Waters

And God warns by deserting
We become wayward people
As we drink, from broken cisterns
We commit two great evils.