Ken Blue Ministries

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

 

Master, where dwellest Thou?

He saith, come, you will see.

We went to the mountain top,

For a view of history.

 

I dwelt long in Egypt;  

Four hundred years, or so.

Ignoring My presence there,

They were unwilling to go.  

 

Led through the awful sea, ,

They walked upon dry land.

How quickly they did forget;  

They were led by My own hand.  

 

I dwelt at Mount Sinai.

I gave My Holy Law.

The mountains did testify.

Yet, they ignored what they saw.

 

I fed them with manna,

And water from a stone.

They complained against Moses,

As if they were on their own.

 

All this great land I gave,

From mountains to the sea.

It flowed with milk and honey,

Safely they could dwell with Me.

 

 

I dwell among them now,

But they haven’t eyes to see.

But a time is coming soon,

When the whole earth will know me.

 

You ask, where do I dwell?

My dwelling’s everywhere.

And those with a heart of faith,  

Find I also dwell in there.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

“A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is

born for adversity.” Proverbs 17:17.

 

Fair-weather friends, we’ve had a few.

Fair weather changes, real friends stay true. 

Fair-weather friends, they come, and they go,

As the warmth of spring melts winters snow.

 

Fair-weather friends leave sadness and grief.

They fade away like an autumn leaf.

Like the March winds, that begin to blow,

A breeze displaces them before you know.

 

Fair-weather friends; only time will tell.

A friend stands firm, while others assail.

Through the storms of life, they’ll see you through.

So hold your dear friend closer to you!

 

Shallow waters, hide the coral reef,

That brings shipwreck, as the friendship sinks

Jesus is the Friend who never will fail.

He’ll hold you through life’s tempestuous gale!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

This story’s about a rich man in well know town.

Each day at his gate, they laid poor Lazarus down.

He begged for the crumbs from the rich man’s store.

Moreover, the dogs came, and licked his sore.

 

Poor Lazarus died, and angels came for their prize.

They carried him to his awaiting paradise.

The rich man died, and was buried with flair.

Angels were absent, but daemons were there.

 

Unseen, the rich man too, was carried to his fate.

He was ushered in, and locked behind hell’s gate.

He begged for water, not a drop received.

No prayers are answered; there is no reprieve.

 

God blessed the rich man, showing compassion on him.   

He had the Holy Scriptures, but he ignored them.

Israel too, had Scripture, they were their pride,

They cared less, a poor man was crucified.

 

Wealth has little value, on one’s dying day.

He walked passed Lazarus, always turning away.  

The key to the story, lay at his gate.  

Mercy withheld, is withheld as one’s fate. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

 

I planted a garden with plants and seeds

Applied herbicides to kill the weeds

Dusted the plants for insects and bugs

To my surprise they were eaten by slugs

 

I purchased baby chicks, a farmer I’d be

They’d lay eggs for Joyce and me

I prepared their provisions with every breath

To my surprise they froze to death

 

I bought me some bees and housed them in hives

From the many flowers they’d feed and thrive

There’d be gallons of honey from all my bees

To my surprise they turned on me

 

Friendships are forever, I’d been taught

Through thick and thin they stick, I thought

“I have ministry ideas which are new”, I said

To my surprise those friends all fled

 

Nothing surprises me now what could be left

“I’ve experienced it all”, I said to my self

“I’m tough as nails and straight as trees”

To my surprise I was brought to my knees

 

If you think you’re standing on unshakeable ground

You’re firmly fixed, nothing can bring you down

Learn from this poem written with flair

When surprises come you need not despair

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

You’ll meet many standing idle on life’s charted road.

Others struggle on with pain from the seeds they’ve sowed.

Some don’t seem care, all ambition and will are gone.

Somewhere, along the way, choices they made were wrong.

 

There is a Bank with life’s deposits, made just for you.

You may withdraw as you like; spend as you want to.

Invest wisely, on your way, as the interest will accrue.  

There will be accounting time, when the debts comes due.

 

Amusement’s the choice of some; life’s a complete waste.

It’s a game; thoughts of God have all been erased.

Pleasure hold’s captive, the simple and the fool.

Accounting is ahead, when you ignore life’s rule.

 

So, dear friend, are you trapped in this worlds sinful mold?

Are you spending your life, on thing you cannot hold?

Invest your time and talents for men, and the Lord.

At accounting time He’ll say, great is your reward.

 

Open up the ledger, and see just where you stand.

Stop blaming and excusing, start moving while you can.

The righteous Judge will see through, your feeble alibi.  

You’ll regret a life wasted, when it’s time to die.

 

Life’s a gift, but like the wind, it will swiftly fly

Everything we grasp down here will wither and die.

So, use the Bank wisely; invest to gain the more

A wasted life’s a tragedy; you can’t restore.