Jars of Clay

We’re just, jars of clay
Mere, earthen vessels
Yet we choose, how to fill
Be unique, and special.

Is ‘Self’ Your Goal?

Know God, our Creator
Remember, He is Lord
Created us, for His kingdom
In Christ, we’re restored.

If We will but Heed

But should we rebel
Turn from God’s Word
Disobey His commands
We surely are cursed.

Great Falling Away

The flames may have died
Fierce passions, ran dry
Many churches, dwindling
Are now asking why?

Filling Our Carton

Yes, our carton gets filled
For we all choose contents
Either God’s will and truths
Or man’s changing concepts.

Choosing Affliction

So, choose rather to suffer
Affliction, with God’s people
Than passing pleasures of sin
Be with Christ, and not evil.

Choose This Day

Are you faithful to God
Or falling away
Follow His will
Or falter and stray?

Burned or Blessed?

Know our time will soon come
Before Him all must stand
Will your works all be burned
Or blessed…at His right hand.