The Reason for Carols

 

The promise made
In ages old
The bible is
The story told:

To crush the head
Was the threat
The serpent’s seed
Its rival met.

A son was born
“Is it he?
Is he the one
Who’ll set us free?”

By brother slain
Hope was dashed
Another son
To serpent smash?

In his long life
The head was high
The serpent safe
As man would die.

The years passed by
Death remained
Men, not serpents
By men were slain

Through floods and famine
And threatened hope
Faithful He remained
As He spoke:

“My Son I’ll send
To fulfil
He’ll crush the head
On Calvary’s hill

His heal would bruise
By serpent strike
Though He dies
He’ll come to life.”

The Lamb once slain
By promise made
The curse of sin
He takes away.

“Now step away
With flaming sword:
Access to the tree
Has been restored.”

Seed of woman
By woman born
Bright shining promise
Of Christmas morn

That’s the reason
For carols sung
He crushed the head
Though heel was stung.

Sons of Israel

Joseph and his favoured coat

And then the dreams

Through which he’d gloat

 

Down the hole by angered bros

Sold as a slave

To serve Pharaohs

 

Saying “no” to seducing female

Angered pharaoh’s wife

False accusations led to jail

 

Interprets dreams while inside

Growing reputation

Now by Pharaohs side

 

Prince of Egypt and royal place

Hunger brothers came

Before son of Rachel’s face

 

By brothers he’s not recognised

Yet mercy shown

To the worthily despised

 

He pines for his little brother

Of the same dad

But a different mother

 

He must come before y’all go free

Then he thought

“They still don’t know its me”

 

To Egypt then came all his clan

Saved from famine

By gracious plan

 

Evil plot had ten sons of Israel

To kill and trade

But all worked well

 

Messiahs line again preserved

By Egypt’s prince

And food conserved

 

Greater yet a sovereign hand

Cares for His seed

In a foreign land

 

    • Sons of Israel – –

From Little Boy to David the King

A king

A fighter

A singer

A writer

 

From little boy

To David: King

He played guitar

To dance, to sing

 

Anointed king

While still a lad

He then served Saul

His heart made glad

 

Saul knew his plight

He’d lose the crown

The next in line

He would hunt down

 

By God’s grace

David was spared

As Saul drew close

God was near

 

David knew God

His hope secure

Saul grew corrupt

The crown seen clear

 

Soon a new king

On Israels throne

That little boy

Of sling and stone

 

A king

A fighter

A singer

A writer

 

  • – From Little Boy to David the King  – –

Bully Beat Down

A giant of a man
With giant shield
And sword in hand
Enemies would yield

The living God to defy
“I’ll enslave you all”
Was his battle cry
If Israel were to fall…

An army struck by fright
None could a giant slay
One that didn’t come to fight
Rather, bringing lunch that day

Kings armour was too big
His weapons sling and stone
Giant could snap him like a twig
He knew “I’m not alone”

Right between the eyes
A stone, a deathly blow
Now where giant lies
Gods great power to show

Severed now the giants head
By lunch delivery boy
He came with meat and bread
He left with songs of joy

While towering over men
Goliath in his boast
His taunt, and brag, and then…
By stone the battle lost

Outwardly a giant
Versus a runty teen
Slayer of defiant
Yahweh’s victory seen

A bully beat down

Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

Anne Steele

 

Dear refuge of my weary soul, on Thee, when sorrows rise,

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, my fainting hope relies.

To Thee I tell each rising grief, for Thou alone canst heal;

Thy Word can bring a sweet relief for every pain I feel.

 

But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call Thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail, and all my hopes decline.

Yet gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to Thee, though prostrate in the dust.

 

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face, and shall I seek in vain?

And can the ear of sov’reign grace be deaf when I complain?

No, still the ear of sov’reign grace attends the mourner’s prayer;

O may I ever find access to breathe my sorrows there.

 

Thy mercy seat is open still, here let my soul retreat;

With humble hope attend Thy will, and wait beneath Thy feet.

Thy mercy seat is open still, here let my soul retreat;

With humble hope attend Thy will, and wait beneath Thy feet.

Grace for Leah

Two wives, he worked
For fourteen years
Not as agreed
Deceived by dad

The wedding week
He must see out
Before he got
What he longed for

The younger one,
For her he longed
And loved her more
Than first married

She bore contempt
And prayed for grace
A child she bore
To YHWH’s praise

Through her would come
The promised seed
Though man deceived
YHWH works good

Messiahs line
From unloved wife
One loved by God
By man ignored

O Cornerstone!
Once rejected
By God approved
To save from sin

The tears she wept
Watered the seed
That grew to be
The Branch, the Lamb

    • grace for leah – –

http://www.jesusstorybookbible.com/

Promise and Laughter

“Old man,”
He said
“You’ll have a son.”

“A son?”
He laughed
“My days are done.”

“A son,”
He said
“To you, old lady”

“To me?”
She laughed
“I’ll have a baby?”

“Too hard?”
He said
“Too hard for me?”

“Too old”
They cried
“How can it be?”

“Next year,”
He said
“About this time”

“Oh yeah?”
They scoffed
“We’re well passed prime”

“You’ll see”
He said
“More than the sand”

“To us?”
They asked
“Is that your plan?”

“It is”
He said
“And you’re a part”

“A son”
They said
“To bless Your heart?”

“He will”
He said
“I send my own”

“Your son?”
They spoke
“To take a throne”

“A cross”
He said
“Will crown His head”

“To die?”
They said
“Not might instead?”

“My plan”
He said
“For my glory”

“And us?”
They asked
“In that story?”

Promise and Laughter

The Servant Apostle

The Servant Apostle

Of Father and Son

Through Paul a message

Of Good News would come

 

Called when a hater

Ambushed on the way

Confronted by Jesus

He heard Him say:

 

“O Saul of Tarsus,

Why do you kick?

In vain against goad

In vain against prick?

 

“O Saul of Tarsus

I call you as Paul

To both Jew and Gentile

You’ll preach me to all

 

“I blind you by glory

But rise, and go straight

As you regain vision

You will see my face

 

“Those Gentiles you hated

You’ll come to enjoy

Not your own strength

But my grace employ”

 

Chosen and separate

Before time began

Now manifested

In the race that Paul ran

 

Of faith and of truth

He spoke and he wrote

To both Jews and Grecians

By foot and by boat

 

With Cretans and Hebrews

He witnessed one year

By preaching the gospel

To all who would hear

 

Knowledge of truth

The faith that he preached

So liars and gluttons

By the gospel were reached

 

To represent Jesus,

To gather the fold

By preaching the gospel

As and where told

 

This servant apostle

To Titus he wrote

His heart with the Cretans

His feet on a boat

 

In a ship bound for Rome

He wrote of God’s grace

For both Jew and Greek

In every place

 

This servant apostle

With Good News in store

For every nation

To every shore.

Genesis 11

They build a tower

Reaching to God

Way east of Eden

In land of Nimrod

 

There they used brick

In the absence of stone

But more than its height

They wanted its throne

 

A city and tower

Stretched to the sky

Self-preservation:

“If scattered, we’ll die”

 

Instead of mortar

A by-product of oil

More suited for roads

Than the sweat of their toil

 

Vainly they built

And YHWH came down

He scattered the people

From Tower and Town

 

“Behold they are one,

Their sin would increase,

If left to themselves,

All would decease

 

“I scatter in mercy,

According to plan

There’d be no Messiah

With extinct man.”

 

Dispersing broadly

Through all the earth

From one remote corner

Would come Jesus’ birth

 

His judgement at Babel

A thing of great grace

To disperse the people

Across planets face

 

Though He has scatter

He gathers them in

As Jesus came serving,

To die for their sin

 

No man-made tower

With Jesus the door

To live with a great name

To live evermore

 

The tower, a threat

To God’s great plan

To bring a Messiah

Born as a man

 

He scattered in promise

Preserving a seed

The seed of the woman

To crush serpents head.

 

See Genesis 11

Some Questions

Where did God live,

Before He made sky?

What about compost,

If nothing would die?

 

Where were the stars,

When the sun came to play?

How did He hang them?

With what did He splay?

 

How did He make forests?

And why all the green?

Did the trees fall so loudly,

When by man unseen?

 

How did man like it,

Everything new?

Was the greatest of sights,

When God was in view?

 

What was it like,

In cool of the day?

When walking with YHWH,

And hearing Him “say”?

 

“No suitable helper?”

“No creature a match?”

“No one to help Adam,

Tend to the patch?”

 

How did the man sleep,

While God was at work?

How’d He take a side

And to woman convert?

 

Who was there listening,

When God said “All Good!”?

Who knew Gods language,

Who understood?

 

What was God doing,

Before He said “Let…”?

And if it’s all very good,

Then why the regret?

 

Why did it grieve Him

That He had made man?

What was the flood,

If sin was in plan?

 

From whence came the serpent,

And who let it in?

How did it tempt her,

Authoring sin?

 

Why’d God say to Adam,

“Where are you son?”?

“Why was I naked,

Where could I run?”

 

“To whom would you go,

If not back to me?

How can I fix this,

The thing with the tree?”

 

To whom was He speaking

When He mentioned the seed?

Why to the serpent?

What was that need?

 

Why of the woman,

Would solution come?

Why a messiah?

Or, Why a son?

 

When did He know,

The wonderful plan?

When sin’d be defeated,

As God became man?

 

Why do I wonder,

These questions of old?

Where in the Bible,

Are the answers told?

 

What page holds the answers?

What is the key?

To satisfy questions,

That aren’t just from me

 

How do we ask them?

To whom do we go?

As we read ‘the story’

How will knowledge grow?

 

How is faith authored,

As He takes His word?

Does faith come by hearing,

And believing what’s heard?

 

How many’s too many,

To ask of the book?

And who is that saying,

“Look again, look!”?

 

So, I have some questions

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