ISAIAH 53

“He was wounded for our transgressions,

Bruised for our iniquities:

Chastisement of our peace was upon Him;

And with His stripes we are healed.”

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It was my sins that put Him on that cross,

Every vile deed I had done!

He did not deserve but went willingly

Because He is the Only One–

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Sinless, who could assume all our sins.

Mine, yours back to Adam and Eve

The Only One with no sin at all!

The Only Perfect One!

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Godhead decreed as was prophesied

That Jesus would give His life

As a vile sinner for every sin,

To end sins death and strife!

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Equip, yes, for heavens eternity,

Deserving of hell though we!

Punishment He took every lash!

Already half dead, for me!

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Created us so he is responsible?

Is that not what we believe?

Then did He not assume it all,

On that black Calvary?

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He died as a sinner, criminal yet!

Christ, The One Sinless One!

Capital punishment the cross!

Lifer, the chair, like, hung!

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“God is Spirit,” the Three in One.

Dare any deny?

The Almighty, only Creator!

For all mankind to die!

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Excruciating the death pinioned up there!

Suffering why?  You and me!

From the very beginning of time (*)

Torture determinedly!

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Since it was love that put Him there,

Love only God can know.

The hateful defiled the hideous,

He died for all below!

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(*)  God always was, contemplate but believe!

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Sam Cox 11.04.10

WEIGHTLESS IN HEAVEN

I will be a friend forever to Jesus,

He is my friend.  First loved me,

Never thought I would be so fortunate

As the promises that I see!

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Like, I will never leave nor forsake you!

Did I trust Him way back then?

When enemy on that island desperate

For food, were taking our men!

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Seldom ever found a corpse though

We lost men everyday!

Did I believe that I would be a meal

When I acted that stupid way?

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Could see their cave from that tree root there

And, of course, I am in plain view!

They were hidden by bushes and felt safe!

But they were low on amo, too!

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Wisely, of course, we hid cautiously

All except for fool me!

With invisible wire and a hand grenade,

Slid down to a path, plain to see!

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Of course, they could see I am in plain view down there.

I waved that grenade to make sure,

Then I planted it so cautiously,

For fools there is no cure!

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Stayed awake after dark to see, rather hear.

Soon rewarded, footsteps, faint but clear.

Quiet and no other sound

I knew that they were near.

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Faint light up there through the trees.

Threw my grenade, both went off!

No one could sleep through all that noise!

A bit louder than any cough!

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Then that screaming from their officer

Frustration was the sound.

Had a feeling the war would soon end!

Then, oh boy, homeward bound!

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Did I still have a home back home?

Questionable, at least!

Assurance, of course, a home in heaven

That heavenly spiritual feast!

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I had lost 30 lbs. down to hundred thirty,

Skin and bone!  That was me!

Fighting weight but weightless in heaven!

Spirit!  I will soar weightlessly!

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I am just plain ole’, plain old!

Sambo 10.11.10

GUESS I LIVE TO LIVE

It was after that foray before it happened,

Other side of this page,

Told Al, our squad leader, “I am going down,

Find me a grave.”

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Well, a place to sleep really I meant.

So I passed up about five,

Found a deep one and empty too until

Its owner dropped in alive!

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Jewish boy just started with the words,

“Reverend, I am an atheist.”

So when this skirmish broke out, knew

I could not sign pacifist.

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I tried to explain I was not a reverend

But he would not take arguments.

God’s protection of me, he assumed,

I was, like, heaven-sent!

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How could I argue?  Just did not feel

Religious as they would say,

“I need sleep,” I yawned, but he would not quit!

No sleep for me night or day.

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A grinning squad leader jumped our hole,

“Let’s go!” he said, “and do not argue.”

Off again!  Only he knew just where!

Enemy guns we withdrew.

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Strategic he mumbled and that was it!

My tree was machinegun riddled

Found out later Al had told all!

Including the x-rated.

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I had, like, spilled my guts to him

Including the preacher thing!

How I fought the call to be tied down!

I was such a ding-a-ling!

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Decided much later it was all for good!

Survived on a banana each day!

Hitchhiked most states affordably!

And experiencing hunger at play!

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Did God watch this hoodlum as he barely survived?

Of course He did!  And survived he did!

Through Sin Town, Las Vegas, a slot machine

Doled out enough, home my bid.

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Where I found another chance at real life!

Azusa Pacific I enrolled

Got my degree with a burning desire

The preaching task my goal!

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What do you know those predictions?

Did come to pass!

And I have a purpose in life now,

And a joy now, joy that will last!

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Your humble servant,

S. H. C. 10.11.10

IN PARADISE, EVEN ME

Thief on a cross, many more like him.

Converted by Christ from life of sin.

Repentant, he comes defensively

Plaintive the cry, “Remember me!”

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Without hesitation, “This very day,

Be home with Me, to live and to stay!”

Confess his sins?  Did not Jesus know?

Make restitution?  How could he go?

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Why do we make it so hard to enter?

Christ standing there, the very center

Says, “This day with Me!  My home above!”

So we are accepted, our home in love!

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He lets us know what He wants us to do.

Not cut and cooked, like, a bowl of stew.

Make it easier, like, walk in the park.

Do it by day, if afraid of the dark.

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Did it for me, cannot remember his name,

But up in heaven it will be the same.

Will not fault me for a bad memory,

Hey you up there in heaven I will see.

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I think of Mitch that twitching hand tells

Take to heaven cannot stand that hell!

A believer?  Yes, glad you made it, son!

War is over, that day is done!

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Cummerford, Floto, no neither one

But how should I know?  I am not God’s Son!

He died for everyone by that tree!

Praise God!  Oh yes, He died for me!

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S. H. C. 09.08.10

THE SILENCE OF GOD

“My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?”

The very Son of God!  So close in unity!

Why did The Lord let Him suffer so?

Why in the first place to Calvary go?

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“Father, forgive them,” He cried from the cross.

“They do not know what they are doing,” in their loss

In sheer agony, thinking of the crowd

The screaming crowd as they yelled out loud.

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“…saved others Himself He cannot save…”

Idiots!  Himself He will not save!

He dies for your sins, The Sinless One!

He is the Christ, God’s only Son!

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You are killing your hope for heaven!

The prophet mentioned you long ago.

“He was wounded for your transgressions…”

Crucifying the One who loved you so!

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Sins crucified Him, yes, my sins, too!

My sins screamed, crucify now!

Come to Him!  That is what!  This is why He died!

My sins, the spikes there, Crucified!

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S. H. C. – me 09.08.10

DEEP SEEDING

In the glory of the heavens

How can anyone come close

To numbering the stars out there?

You would surely get a dose–

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Of eyeball circles,

Wanting to deliver

One star from another where

Some seem to merge together.

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Countless!  Numbering impossible!

With just part of the sky

Visible to the telescope, not

To mention the naked eye!

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Numberless, like, the sands of the sea.

Countless may come closer to fact

Than an exaggerated number out there

Giving number to the birds in the sky.

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Coming within a fraction

But that is what my God can do!

My God of compassion!

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Countless?  Numberless?  God knows all!

Every tree, every plant that grows!

Made them all, the plants and trees!

What does He not know?

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Knows my thoughts, dreams, concerns,

Sure, knows my every need!

“Cattle on a thousand hills…”

In pleasant pastures feed!

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Sure, “God will take care of you”

Let Him!  Trust Him!  Believe!

“He will never leave nor forsake!”

“Ask and you shall receive!”

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Of course, we have done wonders

Through Christ’s cross heeding,

But only God creates life!

Through His word, seeming!

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Spread the word, God sows the seed!

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Sam Cox 09.07.10

A PLACE TO HIDE

Do you know Jesus as personal Savior?

Has He taken your sin?

Life of sin, like, wanting to stay

In that pit where pleasures begin.

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Distorted sense of pleasures devised

By Satan to drag you down

To his level of carnality

Where pleasures wear the crown!

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King pleasure!  Crowned with dignity

Assimilating joy!

Eventually taking over its

Perversion to employ.

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“Have to have fun, like, once in a while.”

Of course, you have heard it oft’.

Until job and fun control the life

With church one hour aloft.

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A devotional time or two a day

If you really devote!

Can make the difference that determines

Exactly how you vote!

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For pleasure time or for the King!

Question, is He the King?

Is He really King of your life?

Have you invited Him in?

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“King of my life, I crown Thee now,”

Is this your invitation?

Or is your life controlled by a

Subdued, like, consternation?

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Subdued?  No!  Never stays that way!

But a sense of disaster pending

If perfect love does not cast out fear

In torment you are contending!

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That perfect love, a shared love with God

There can be nothing beside!

Perfection is hiding in Him!

You do not need a place to hide!

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Nor do I, Sam Cox 08.31.10