What is the worth of a human soul?
Is it worth an hour in the cold being bold,
telling the untold that their broad, easy road leads to fool's gold?
What is the value of your time
if you're spending each and every dime
on grasping and reaching and straining for stuff
when outside your neighbor isn't worth enough to pray for
or walk next door to tell her more about the One she's just waiting for.
You were worth it to God, are they worth it to you
to drop that extra long list of "To Do"
to stay at the park until dark to exchange a question mark for a new heart?
The question isn't "What can I impart?", it's much more basic -
"Lord, please show me how to start".
Showing posts with label evangelism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label evangelism. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Fat free Christian
Hey there Christian
I see you once a week
your Sunday school solution
Like a New Year's resolution
You're a one arm push-up
sometimes up, but mostly down
your're on some kind of treadmill
but you aren't gaining any ground
you're looking left,you're looking right
at others on their staitionary bike
push those pedals- win that race
spend and hour in one place
the race to win should point to heaven
but you're maxed out at level 7
Who is winning, you're all still abreast
an hour of exercise, a week of rest
Is anyone really trying their best?
Sounds pretty harsh
I do it too
I've got my spiritual gut - like you
I'm milk fed, log eyed - forget the meat
scripture reading's like a vegetable treat.
30 pounds in 30 days
I'm beefing up in spiritual ways
Is this zeal just another diet craze?
Sorry for the harsh poetry all the sudden, I guess I'm just fed up with my own excuses and am trying to kick my self in the butt (it's very hard to do ... good thing I'm flexible ;)
I see you once a week
your Sunday school solution
Like a New Year's resolution
You're a one arm push-up
sometimes up, but mostly down
your're on some kind of treadmill
but you aren't gaining any ground
you're looking left,you're looking right
at others on their staitionary bike
push those pedals- win that race
spend and hour in one place
the race to win should point to heaven
but you're maxed out at level 7
Who is winning, you're all still abreast
an hour of exercise, a week of rest
Is anyone really trying their best?
Sounds pretty harsh
I do it too
I've got my spiritual gut - like you
I'm milk fed, log eyed - forget the meat
scripture reading's like a vegetable treat.
30 pounds in 30 days
I'm beefing up in spiritual ways
Is this zeal just another diet craze?
Sorry for the harsh poetry all the sudden, I guess I'm just fed up with my own excuses and am trying to kick my self in the butt (it's very hard to do ... good thing I'm flexible ;)
Labels:
evangelism,
poetry
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Belief
who has courage to be new?
who has the grace to change?
who can reach out to a holy God?
and never be the same?
who can lift their head to heaven?
who can gaze upon the stars?
who can marvel at creation?
who can wonder at what's ours?
who can plunge their face
into the sea
and in that vastness see
the face of the Creator
who invented you and me?
I wonder and I question
while looking all about
And confirmed by
most complex design
I have no room for doubt
who has the grace to change?
who can reach out to a holy God?
and never be the same?
who can lift their head to heaven?
who can gaze upon the stars?
who can marvel at creation?
who can wonder at what's ours?
who can plunge their face
into the sea
and in that vastness see
the face of the Creator
who invented you and me?
I wonder and I question
while looking all about
And confirmed by
most complex design
I have no room for doubt
Labels:
evangelism,
poetry
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