Why Are We Here?

We are here for God’s business
His purpose, not our own
Bringing Him glory
Go make disciples, seeds sown.

Backsliding

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

Your Goal

Your life you can build
On His Word and His will
His pleasure and purpose
You are finally fulfilled.

Just Existing, or Purpose-Living?

To surrender and yield
As His possession, daily walking
Not existing, but fulfilling
God’s purposes and calling.

Why Poetry?

Poems paint pictures
Of our canvas within
Touching the soul
Allowing light in.

Are You a Dreamer?

Yet our Master, Creator
Set limits, in love
Has given us guidance
The true Captain, above.

Are You Lukewarm?

Since neither hot, nor cold
He would vomit them out
While they claimed to be rich
Needing naught, not without.

Would You Exchange?

Would you exchange truth
Of God, for a lie
Serve and worship, the creature
Above the Creator…on high?

The Key to Life

We are ever in search
Of the key to life
As our scientists, research
And ideas are rife.

So much…So little

Having so much
Yet feeling so empty
Ever needy, and searching
Amidst our great plenty.