HIGH THE REACH

Need way more good thoughts less of the bad.

More of the happy!  Far less of the sad!

More about Heaven, of course, reaching high!

Air there is thin, but when Jesus is nigh.

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Then purity of air and the breeze

Where beautiful flowers, tall as the trees,

Spread their fragrance throughout everywhere!

No need for artifacts, pretend to compare!

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Perfumery needed beneath God’s domain!

To cover uncleanness, always the same,

Since Satan won, in that garden down there,

Only to lose our Heaven so fair!

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Pure delight far above the sin land,

Where one can feel Satan’s heavy hand,

But no longer felt!  Sure, he is no more!

Cast out!  Unable to reach Heavens shore!

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Delightful the living, no tempter around!

Deflated, defeated, and deep underground!

Satan forgotten!  Just Jesus abiding!

Goodness and joy forever confiding!

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Forever!  If tired, of course, there is rest!

But with bodies glorified the very best

Is yet to come, when in spirit you fly

Transporting forever, just never die!

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So have you considered just where and how?

Depends on whom or to what you kow-tow!

Stuff and things in Hell!  All together!

Down yonder with the best:  stormy weather!

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If walking with Jesus, no need to fear!

Continue that joyous walk!  Ever near,

Just how can one lose?  Sure, lean on His arms!

Resting in Jesus, nothing alarms!

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Sir Cox  –  the S. H.  1.11.12

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Of course, I want to see Him!

Look upon His face!

VICTORY COMPLETE

Just what the Christ endured, there is no way to report!

As he dangled from that cross, just nails as His support!

Just think of it:  the agony, as pain turns to torture;

And torture keeps increasing with no way to departure.

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No way to depart this life until death, descending,

Brings sweet relief to pain and the agony unending,

But six hours on that cross, no way to banish shame,

A few devoted followers recognize His pain.

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They wept, Christ heard, and slowly His eyes turned to them.

Fixed on Mary and John, He tenderly spoke to them.

He saw the jeering crowd, His eyes then looked upward,

He prayed, “Father, forgive them.” But they heard not a word!

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Was there no way to block out the shame, the agony?

Was there no way to tell them, He came to set them free?

Free from death eternal separation from God!

I am taking their sins on Me, their sorrows, oh Lord!

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He died, was buried but death was not the victor.

He died.  His body free, forever free from torture!

The tomb could not hold Him.  A brilliant burst of light!

Fear engulfs the soldiers, who awake to noonday bright!

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His enemy who tempted and mocked Him, shrank in fear.

A smile curled Jesus’ lips and He said, “Now disappear!”

Celebration forthcoming, He spoke, “Mary, I am alive.”

To five hundred other witnesses, He smiled, “Yes, you will survive.”

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And then some!

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Sam Cox 04.04

JUDGE NOT

I am not bound by ancestral spirits,

To do as my forefathers did!

While allowing for similarities,

Animalism is not my bid.

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While ‘bearing one another’s burdens’

I am obliged to ‘bear my own.’

To each his own, responsible

I am to occupy my own throne.

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I do not inherit my father’s traits.

I am a poet, he is not!

He had a way with words, in speech.

Eloquence I have not got!

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Consensually I sin, he did too.

“All have sinned and come short

Of the Glory of God.”  So far away,

We are tempted sometimes to abort!

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But what I do he is not responsible.

He has his own thing to do!

His son does not have to do as he does.

He is accountable, too!

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Contractually I am as far away

Or near to my Father above.

As near has everything to do with

And how we receive His love!

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My grandfather did not receive His love.

My father did, so did I!

Do not you think our Father in Heaven knows

Who His child is and also, why?

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Sam Cox (is not the judge) 04.04.04

“GOD SO LOVED…” ISAIAH 9:6

“Lion of the tribe Judah”, “Bright and morning Star”

“His name shall be called, Mighty God…”  Ever near, yet far.

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“Wonderful, Counselor, The blessed Prince of Peace.”

“…The increase of His government…It will never cease…”

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“For unto us a Child is born,” Miraculous. “Son is given.”

This Son will be nailed to a cross, hands and feet nails driven!

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This Son is nailed for our sins, upon a criminal cross!

This Son of God, God Himself!  Why should He suffer loss?

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He took that cross for our sins.  He took my place up there!

The Sinless One assumed my loss, that no one else could bear!

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Jesus, the only sinless man.”  No other man could show

Sinlessness to any degree.  Why God came below!

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But before Christ came, a spotless Lamb, was sins sacrifice!

This lamb, this sinner presented, for it was sin’s price!

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So “Behold, the Lamb of God,” John cried, “He who takes my sin.”

Only He can do it.  Receive Him!  Let Him enter in!

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Just  what did He do, our Sacrifice?  He assumed all our shame.

He “became sin” and died there this is why He came!

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Then I see Him, in the tomb.  Third day contemplating that death!

Those nails that has held Him there, drew a shuddering breath!

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Why this torturous, hideous death?  Remember “Wages of sin…”

He took that death that we may find pure cleansing within!

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All that we need, ‘Confess our sins’ to His forgiveness find!

The “Wages of sin is death!”  I choose life!  Now I have peace of mind!

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God SO loved the world that He gave… and I accept!

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Sam Cox 10.08.09

WHAT WE TOOK FOR GRANTED

Before we went to India, God loved us.

Before we said “yes”, the same.

Before we were saved His stamp was on us.

Before birth, he knew my name!

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Before I cursed Him, He knew about it!

When I took His Name in vain.

But He bore me up when my legs failed me,

Carried me when I went lame.

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Too independent I recognized Him not,

Thought God was my will, thought I knew

That I could live, thrive, without His care,

Never knew what I would go through.

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Perpendicular the cliff that I clung to,

God got me down, protected me,

Bullets whizzing by, shell fragments missing,

Protection clear, I could not see.

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But now, in retrospect, I see all clearly

His Hand so gently leading on!

I long now to thank Him and to worship!

Stay at His feet through heaven’s song.

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No need to wait till then, I now bow humbly

And worship at His mercy seat!

And when I do, I now can see them clearly,

In worship, nail scars in His feet!

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I saw His Hands, they too bore the nail scars.

I felt Him place them on my head!

“I could never let you go,” He said.  “I promised

Because of you, my blood was shed.”

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Sam Cox 03.29.04

BELIEVE – ACCEPT

The chopping block, the guillotine,

The noose, electric chair,

The burning at the stake.  There

Was nothing to compare—

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To the torture of the cross, with

Its nails, its constant pain.

Six hours plus, of torture, like,

Over and over again.

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Did he have to take the punishment?

Or die on strangling breath?

(The consequence of death, of course,

“Sin’s wages,” you know, death!)

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Of course He had to die (in sin)

Not His but yours and mine! (*)

The substitutionary work

Could only be Divine!

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Deity, the cross of shame, (**)

What more could any ask?

He took the torture and the shame.

Now we can have a blast?

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No!  Believe on Him!  Requirement!

What more could man desire?

Well, Satan too, believes on Him

And he is consigned to fire!

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Believe and accept!  Rejoice in Him!

You cannot less acclaim!

How can you not rejoice, be glad?

He took your sin and shame!

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Cool!

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(*)  He was sinless!

(**) Not just the pain, the shame!

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Sam Cox 03.10.04

JUST GRATEFUL

Considering the normal, I am poor!

Except for God’s rich blessings!

Oh yes, He blesses daily with

Fine treasures I am confessing.

The need for more each day as I

Reach out for His Presence.

That Presence that He visits now

It is His very essence!

My mind He fills with thoughts each day!

Of course, I will do His bidding!

I wish to write them down to share

Thoughts humble confiding.

What God has called you to do, do it!

Without expecting blessings!

Remuneration eventually

Up there! In white robe dressing!

What better payment can be had?

Hear His kind voice saying,

“Enter now the joys of heaven

These treasures you have been laying…”

‘It is life Eternal now, all yours!’

What more can this sinner ask

To be with God forever more!

And in His presence bask!

Gratefully, Sam Cox 4.20.05