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Miscellaneous Poetry 3

Poetry of John Schenck

A Dream

Written February 9, 1875

Published in the Signs of the Times,

August 1, 1877

1. The first of May in sixty-nine,

As on my bed I did recline,

I heard a voice, from heaven it came,

And in my ears it did proclaim;

2. "In that great day there shall be war

With every nation near and far;

And mercy I will have on none,

Saving one nation, only one".

3. Then I beheld a field of wheat

Lay in a valley near my feet;

And there was one with might and main

A cutting down the golden grain.

4. This, I was made to understand,

Was verily the Son of Man

The field of what was all mankind,

And to the harvest were consigned.

5. And as he cut from east to west,

I saw a few among the rest,

That moved along with even pace,

And were not slaughtered in the race.

6. And when they reached the outer wall,

There was a door, though very small,

And all the moving ones passed through,

And thus they passed beyond my view.

7. And all the rest, as I was shown,

Were in a common bundle thrown.

That voice again came unto me,

"Bind in a bundle what you see".

8. Then I approached, with awe profound,

And took the bundle from the ground;

But soon, with wonder, I did find

It was too much for me to bind.

9. To make two bundles then I tried,

But found that it would not divide;

And I awoke, my vision fled,

But still it lingers in my head.

CONCLUSION

1. Thus, I believe that I was shown

That awful day when Christ shall come,

To claim His people for His own,

And wicked men receive their doom.

2. We read in Scripture of the tares

To be in bundles bound and burned;

The wicked taken in their snares,

Into an awful hell be turned.

3. But there's a nation, just and pure,

Chosen of God, a royal seed,

A holy priesthood shall endure,

And are from sin and bondage freed.

4. This holy nation, I believe,

I saw pass through that little door;

They shall a crown of life receive,

And reign with Christ forevermore.

5. O, that I could but know that I

Was one of these much favored ones;

I think I should rejoice to die,

And be at home among the sons.

Poetry of Ron Coulson

Standing Strong in the Spirit

As I get still before you Lord,

I want to see your blazing sword

I would to hear You say to me,

Son bend your knee as I knight thee

Now rise up Son before my throne,

For I have called you as my own

For I would have you do for me,

Things impossible for eyes to see

From your Mother's womb my hand's upon thee,

That I might shape your Destiny

You will go from here to there,

As I send you, under my care

For I have placed My power within you,

To go and do, as I send you

The powers of darkness cannot see,

The things I have prepared for thee

For you will go with my power,

To dispel darkness in this hour

Keen insight I have given you,

To understand: now, go and do

For I am with you all the time

That I will show that you are mine

Warring Angels are with you,

And will assist where I send you

And now you know my love for you,

As you go forth in all you do

For I have made a way for you,

To overcome the enemy too

My protection is there to keep you safe,

As you travel from place to place

And as you go, this you will know:

My love for you will always grow

My hand's upon you to lead the way,

And that is why, I will say

Be blessed my Son in all you do,

For I the Lord have done it too

My Father's heart I share with you,

To keep you safe in all you do

Thus says a Father to a Son:

"Well Done...My Precious One"

Poetry of Rob Miller

For They

Father forgive them

for they know not what they do

tearing his flesh

for they thirst the blood it drew

men like beast

for they act so cruel and wild

makes one ponder

for they were once a child

robe of purple

for they mocked his royalty

crown of thorns

for they refused his liberty

nails drove deep

for they knew not he's there free

uplifted the cross

for they hung the lamb to a tree

three days entombed

for they as sheep were scattered

but now arisen

for they who abide are gathered

Poetry of Chris Stewart

The Choice

Nations mean to choose and to do their own will
in the name of God and of country they kill,
and from the beginning it's been the great hoax
to commandeer allegiance from us simple folks...

"Sheeple" told to vote the choices they're given
but His sheep called to note the voice of their Sovereign,
for there is another Kingdom with greater authority
whose only law is love and its subjects a minority:
chosen, royal, holy, peculiar people and odd,
called out to live and show forth the praises of God.

And if reviled, persecuted and mocked is the price,
gladly live and die and be martyred for Christ
Who said, "Represent Me in this world, be not of it
for My enemies embrace the world and they love it".

But to live is Christ and to die is gain
so let others vote Obama, let others choose McCain.
Yet let us, dear brethren, remember Who we serve
Who redeemed us, forgave us, and loved us undeserved.

There is no other choice for the born again
whose citizenship in this world must end,
for this world must end; it's the system's fate,
so come out of her My people, before it's too late,
for if you are Mine then it's you they will hate...
Come out of her My people - now - in 2008.

Poetry of Don Moen

Name Above All Names

In Genesis, Jesus is the Ram at Abraham's altar.

In Exodus, He's the Passover Lamb.

In Leviticus, He's the High Priest.

In Numbers, He's the Cloud by day and the Pillar of Fire by night.

In Deuteronomy, He's the City of our refuge.

In Joshua, He's the Scarlet Thread out Rahab's window.

In Judges, He is our Judge.

In Ruth, He's our Kinsman Redeemer.

In 1^st & 2^nd Samuel, He's our Trusted Prophet.

And in Kings and Chronicles, He's our Reigning King.

In Ezra, He's our Faithful Scribe.

In Nehemiah, He's the Rebuilder of everything that is broken.

In Ester, He's the Mordecai, sitting faithful at the gate.

In Job, He's our Redeemer who ever liveth.

In Psalms, He's is my Shepherd and I shall not want.

In Proverbs and Ecclesiastes, He's our Wisdom.

In the Song of Solomon, He's the Beautiful Bridegroom.

In Isaiah, He's the Suffering Servant.

In Jeremiah and Lamentations, it is Jesus who is the Weeping Prophet.

In Ezekiel, He's the Wonderful, Four-Faced Man.

In Daniel, He's the fourth Man in the midst of the fiery furnace.

In Hosea, He is my Love that is forever faithful.

In Joel, He baptizes us with the Holy Spirit.

In Amos, He's our Burden-Bearer.

In Obadiah, He's our Saviour.

And in Jonah, He's the Great Foreign Missionary Who takes the Word of God into all the world.

You go on and you see in Micah, He's the Messenger with beautiful feet.

In Nahum, He is the Avenger.

In Habakkuk, He's the Watchman Who is ever-praying for revival.

In Zephaniah, He's the Lord, mighty to save.

And in Malachi, He's the Son of Righteousness with healing in His wings.

In Matthew, "Thou are the Christ, the Son of the living God".

In Mark, He's the Miracle Worker.

In Luke, He's the Son of Man.

And in John, He's the Door by which every one of us must enter.

In Acts, He's the shining Light that appeared to Saul on the road to Damascus.

In Romans, He is our Justifier.

In 1^st Corinthians, our Resurrection.

In 2^nd Corinthians, our Sin-Bearer.

In Galatians, He redeems us from the law.

In Ephesians, He is our unsearchable Riches.

In Philippians, He supplies our every need.

In Colossians, He's the fullness of the Godhead bodily.

In 1^st & 2^nd Thessalonians, He's our soon-coming King.

In 1^st & 2^nd Timothy, He's the Mediator between God and man.
In Titus, He's our Blessed Hope.

In Philemon, He's a Friend Who sticks closer than a brother.

In Hebrews, He's the Blood of the everlasting covenant.

In James, it's the Lord Who heals the sick.

In 1^st & 2^nd Peter, He's the Chief Shepherd.

In 1^st, 2^nd & 3^rd John, it is Jesus Who has the tenderness of love.

In Jude, He's the Lord coming with 10,000 saints.

And in Revelation, lift up your eyes, Church, for your redemption draweth nigh! He is King of Kings and Lord of Lords!

John 1:
(1) In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
(2) The same was in the beginning with God.
(3) All things were made through him; and without him was not anything made that hath been made.
(4) In him was life; and the life was the light of men.

Poetry of Russell Kelfer

Waiting on The Lord

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I plead and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait!"

"Wait, You say? Wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?
By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming Your Word".

"My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign".

"And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, as we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait".
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"

He seemed then to kneel and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want -- but, you wouldn't know ME".

"You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see".

"You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save ... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart".

"The flow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST".

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee.'
Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss! if I lost what I'm doing in you!"

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
that THE GREATEST OF GIFTS IS TO GET TO KNOW ME.
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT".

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