Ken Blue Ministries

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

 

Is there a place called Hell?

If not, there ought to be.

You ask why I say so,

For sinners just like me.

 

She asked, “And how are you?”

“Better than I deserve.”

I could tell by her frown,

That I had hit a nerve.

 

She said,” you’re not that bad.”

Her smile was unreserved.

I smiled and said to her,

“You want what you deserve?”

 

“No sir,” was her reply.

She knew what was implied.

“No sir,” she said again,

“I’m not ready, if I died.”

 

Now, friend my question is,

Do your sins deserve hell?

The sick need The Physician,

Not those who think they’re well.

 

So, how am I doing?

Better than I deserve.

There is a place called hell.

For some, a place reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

 

Life is made up of choices.

Some are critical we make.

You ask me why I choose God;

Why I take the path I take.

 

One’s because of my mother

Her words and life gave me faith.

I saw in her and the family,

Assurance one could not shake.

 

I also believe that God,

Is known by His creation.

His language all men can hear.

Other views lack foundation.

 

We also have a conscience;

Our gauge of what’s right or wrong.

It’s used to accuse others,

Or excuse faults of our own.

 

The Bible is our best proof,

Withstanding the hammers blow.

The Bible remains unchanged,

Wearing hammers out, you know.

 

Then, there is the transformed life;

The miracle He did for me.

I once was blind to it all,

But by God’s grace, now I see.

 

Just a note to all our critics;

The difference `tween you and me.

If there is no God, I’ll be fine.

If there is, where will you be?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

Abandoned in an open field, un-washed, un-swaddled, and alone,
Thy navel cord was uncut, still in your filth; none took you home.

Then I saw you in the field, polluted in your filth and blood.
I washed, and I swaddled thee, and said; “live;” knowing that you could.

I washed away the blood; anointing you with perfume and oil.
And I clothed you in embroidered work, not counting cost or toil.

I dressed you in linens and silk; gave you shoes of badger skin,
And you were fair and beautiful, as your womanhood did begin.

Then you became my wife, in a covenant relationship.
You were pure, and virtuous, without a blemish, spot, or guilt.

I provided jewels for your neck, for your hands, and your forehead.
I put a crown upon you, “He has made a queen of her,” they said.

You had the best foods, and were exalted to the highest stations.
You were known for your renown, and were the envy of all nations.

But, you trusted in your beauty, and a harlot you became.
You were available to all who passed; you were devoid of all shame.

You were contrary in your filthiness; of none had it been said,
A harlot is paid by her lovers; you hire lovers instead.

You took the garments that I gave you, also the jewels and bread,
You forgot who gave them, then offered them to idols instead.

Your lovers will despise you; stripping your garments, all will see,
As you were in the field of blood, naked again you will be.

Your lovers will all hate you, and will abuse you many days.
You will remember all your sins, and be ashamed of your ways.

You will remember the former days; you will return to Me.
I will establish My covenant; your husband I will be.

I will blot out all thy sins: I will remember them no more.
Oh, Jerusalem let us return, and serve Him evermore.

From the parable of Ezekiel 16.

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

The cup was clean, on the outside.

Esau was wicked, though he cried.

The sepulcher, white washed, held rotting bones inside.

She who lives in sin, though living has died.

 

David was refused; he was small

Saul was chosen, for he was tall

He was not as he appeared, though for him they did call.

Before the witch at Endor he did fall

 

Rites of washings promote ones pride.

God sees it not; He sees inside.

To eat with unwashed hands, a doctrine to misguide.

Out of the heart comes what one cannot hide.

 

Long robes and prayers were for a show,

Seen on the corner where people go.

Professing they could see, the Lord they did not know.

Killing Him; letting Barabbas go.

 

The single eye is full of light.

If evil, how dark is that night.

A veil shrouded their view, and obscured their sight.

When the veil is removed they’ll walk in His Light.