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SAYINGS ON THE CROSS

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“They know not what they do.”

By Ken Blue

Jesus came unto His own.
Who He was, they never knew.
In death, He prayed, “forgive them,
For they know not what they do.”

Two thieves died there beside Him.
One; his fate, was realized.
He was told by the Savior,
“You will be in paradise.”

Mary had, a son given.
For John, a mother was there.
From that day John took her home,
And a new bond they did share.

Abandoned by His Father,
“My God, why forsake, Thou Me?”
The answers in the atonement
He was forsaken for me.

Distressed; He cried for water.
“I thirst;” his anguishing cry.
To drank; they gave vinegar,
And then sat to watch Him die.

Knowing all was accomplished,
“It is finished!” He proclaimed.
Everything was completed.
What man had lost He reclaimed.

He came to do the Father’s will,
And would return, as He said.
While dismissing His Spirit,
He humbly bowed His head.

Jesus came unto His own.
Who He was, they never knew.
In death, He prayed, “forgive them,
For they know not what they do.”

DEATH

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DEATH

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Death comes uninvited.

It takes the ones we love.

Hearts and arms are empty.

They are with God above.

 

The body once warm, is cold,

Lifeless like the potter’s clay.

God had warned our first parents.

Their sins would take them away.

 

Immanuel came uninvited,

And unknown to His own.

His welcome was an old rugged cross,

And a tomb made of stone.

 

Death has lost its power;

The grave, its victory.

The tombs now empty,

Christ conquered both for me.

 

We sorrow not as other,

Who have no certainty.

Trust is in His holy Word,

And eternal decree.

 

Death comes uninvited.

It takes the ones we love.

Hearts and arms are empty.

They are with God above.

 

THE PURSUIT OF TIME

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By Ken Blue

They say time flies when you are having fun,

But time was flying when fun had begun.

Time’s no respecter of age, wealth, or fame,

The seconds tick loudly, for all the same.

 

Time travels as light; where has it gone?

It takes our loved ones, we feel all alone.

I think of old friends, who meant much to me.

Do they ever think; how things used to be?

 

I wonder if time, is our friend or foe.

It’s a window of time, to reap and sow.

Time is a reaper, nipping at our heals,

Pursuing like the Hounds of Baskerville.

 

There’s no need to flee, or be filled with fear.

Time always wins without regard, or care.

Let’s look beyond, to what God has in store.

Trouble all ended, time will be no more!

A LITTLE LEAVEN

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ByKenBlue

Eve took a little fruit from the forbidden tree.

Satan made a little change from what the Word should be.

Noah took a little wine, his nakedness all could see.

This should be a little warning to you and me.

 

Lot took a little look; Sodom became his home.

His wife took a little glance; became briny stone.

Samson was certain his little riddle would be unknown.

His little folly left him to die all alone.

 

For a little silver, Jesus was sold to die.

For fear, old Simon Peter told his little lie.

His denial was heard by a little maid standing nearby.

He took a little walk, so none could hear him cry.

 

Beware of the little foxes that spoil the vines.

Beware of little sins that bring forth death in time.

Your sins do not trouble me; it’s those little ones of mine.

Just like a little leaven, they spoil all in time.

THE ACHING HEART

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No one knows the pain of a broken heart,

Until they’ve felt the loss of a loved one who departs.

 

Words can’t explain the emptiness inside.

The best explanation is something inside has died.

 

Pain comes at the death of a loving spouse,

Or of a little child who brought laughter to our house.

 

Divorce shatters life’s dear relationships,

With its everlasting revenge, and sarcastic quips.

 

Some are laid aside by pain and disease,

We are left wondering what purpose remains for these?

 

There is One who said in anguish of breath,

“My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, unto death.”

 

We can from Him draw comfort and relief.

He was a man of sorrow, acquainted with our grief.

 

There’s a Balm in Gilead without price,

All was paid on the cross by the Lord Jesus Christ.

 

Come, dear aching heart, you will live again.

There’s a Great Physician who helps, broken hearts to mend.