I AM SCUM?

Someday I shall be like Him for I will see Him as He is.

This is not inconceivable the desire is not amiss.

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To be more like The Master in thought, in word, and in deed

Is desirable and natural not signifying greed.

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For geed is not included in the spirit-fruits we see

Gentleness and kindness these will last eternally.

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Patience, love, joy, and peace continue evermore

They litter the fair streets of that everlasting shore!

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The brightest smile imaginable will greet you over there

Whether angel or first arrival the greeting will not be rare!

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Listen up!  We are bought with the blood of the Savior.

We are justified and cleansed from all debased behavior.

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Just as if I had died but God did it for me.

I am cleansed, I am made perfect, I am now forever free!

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Was not righteousness imputed to Abraham by faith?

Reconciled and credited, giving then a perfect slate? (*)

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The witnesses of Hebrews 12, great cloud of scummy folk,

All anticipated heavens joys imputed, not revoked! (**)

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I am scum but I am a child of God!  Please elucidate!

For if I should remain scum I may miss my date!

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(*)  Romans 4:4, 8, 9

(**) Hebrews 11 and 12: 1-3

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Sam Cox 01.20.04

ECSTASY

Ecstasy, true word describing

Heaven’s joys forevermore!

Never-ending bliss extending,

No escaping that fair shore!

 

 

Evermore to think it over,

Did I do something right at last?

Nothing for which I can glory!

Nothing in my sordid past!

 

 

Everything I owe my Savior!

He is the One, He paid my way!

With His death He bought my pardons!

Nothing good have I to say–

 

 

For myself! I am not deserving

Of His love freely bestowed,

To the cross He took my burden,

Bore my sins that heavy load!

 

 

Do I worry about that burden?

Sins committed in the past?

Let us get serious, they are forgiven!

This joy will forever last!

 

 

Joy unspeakable and glorious!

Nothing here do I deserve,

All I want to do is worship,

Praise His name, and humbly serve.

 

 

Now I know the tears I am shedding

Are from the gratitude I feel!

But God dries the tears I am crying

And I wonder, is this real?

 

 

Yes! It is real! His Hand so tender

Touch my eyes and dry my tears.

Then His look, a smile to render

Joy! Such peace to banish fears!

 

 

God’s forever love now tending!

Yes, forever! There is no ending!

 

 

Sam Cox 2.22.05

JOYOUSLY

Confusion on a city street,

With the noise incessant!

Horns blaring and people cursing,

Sounds not so pleasant!

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Of course, one can get used to it

The regularity

Expectant, think nothing of it!

But annoying decidedly!

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Then peace once home and tranquil, yes!

Easy chair, shed the shoes,

Daily paper and that TV show!

Or even the evening news.

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This realty we can anticipate,

Of course, most the time!

But as we well know in some cases

It is not so sublime!

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Sure, drunkenness is accountable

In some cases, some homes,

And once in hell they can expect

The same!  Far worse with groans!

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Much groaning decidedly true!

With fire all around!

Especially the fires or regrets,

Lamenting the sound.

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What more then can sound be accounted for?

Of course, very much pain!

“Fires of hell!”  That was chosen,

Why then was Christ slain?

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Through a hell He went, just for us!

Consider His expectancy,

His place up there with its joys!

Then slow death for you and me.

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If we suffer with Him we will reign with Him!

Those losses through death,

The pain that He suffered for you and me,

Do we die with every breath?

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If we can live now expectantly

Through all sorrows and woe,

In anticipation of heavens joys

Joyously we should go!

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the Sam 06.11.13