HAVE SOME JOY!

One out of ten may enjoy poetry,

Maybe even less!

But you may know why,  why that would be

What I do the best!

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Ever since my very first poem,

Accepted I have had the bug!

Even King David’s poetry, Psalms,

Not stuffed under the rug!

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Sold billions of copies, in a Book,

Bible, you should know

Will sell even more until Jesus comes

Helps Christians to grow!

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Millions have memorized Psalm 23

“My Shepherd…” God is near!

He leads, He feeds!  And satisfies!

What then have I to fear?

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Millions take comfort, it is written,

“I will fear no evil!”

Your rod and staff comfort bring

Need not fear the devil!

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Sure he tempts but he cannot force!

Christ’s table satisfies!

Better than Satan has to offer!

With his tempting lies!

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What can be better than Heaven above?

Devil may promise joy,

Sure, the bilious kind ever ending with

Hangover to annoy!

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And in the end, what promise have I?

Of satisfaction?  Hell!

Heaven alone, everlasting joy!

What else can ring my bell?

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Or keep the bells of Heaven ringing!

It is so hard to conceive

Of a God who longs to have us

Home!  Cannot wait to receive!

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Of course, the place He has prepared for us

So impossible to fathom

When God, like, passes a plate way beyond

Anything known,says, “have some”!

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the Sam 01.17.12

GOD THUNDERED!

“I Am the beginning and the end”

Just no other God around!

Created, made from nothing at all!

Who else then can be found?

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In Turkey soldiers boarded our ship!

I feared them, looked so important.

Sure, and did we have something to hide?

Remembered my deportment!

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Just 10 of age, I was frightened!

But my brother, Bill, seemed so calm!

His attitude no cause for fear!

Sure, no cause for alarm!

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Somehow I wonder did this feeling

Contribute to the thought

Of course, the ridiculous fear

Their self-importance brought.

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And so this thought of self-importance

Was it contributively

To the slang descriptive of one

Like, a stupid Turkey?

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Gobble Gobble, of course, the sound,

Not natural.  Sounds laconic

Adhering to the natural sounding

Made by one ironic!

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Did Christians sound silly about Heaven?

Or was it the whole bit?

Eternity?  Heaven or Hell,

Sinners just do not buy it!

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Jesus said it, sure God came down

His claims of Majesty.

We can know this beyond any doubt.

The Word as certainty!

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Will I think then in my Heavenly home

How could I have even wondered?

Surely Satan lowers the mists of doubt

In what God has thundered!

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Are you ready?  My Brother?

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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!

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

VERY GOD, VERY MAN

I slept last night where Jesus slept,

My back against the wall.

Humanity passed by all night

I could not sleep at all!

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Disciples slept the sound of sleep

Hung heavy in the air.

The pressures of the day recalled

The need for slumber there.

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But Jesus does He not convey

A superhuman need?

A driving force He cannot shrug

To banish sin and greed?

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He is very old obeying thus

The need to sacrifice

Himself upon a cross of shame

To banish sin and vice.

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He is Very Man in weakness shown

Cries out!  In His despair

“Why must I drink this cup of sin?”

Let Satan take the dare!

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“You are the spotless Lamb of God

Not one is without sin.

As sinless You must take man’s sin

To death without, within.”

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As Very God and Very Man

The Father “hid His face,”

From sin the substitute His Son

Demonstrating thus His Grace.

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So by His Grace alone we are saved (*)

Not works!  He did it all!

As Very Man sins sacrifice

On Very God we call!

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(*) Ephesians 2:8-9

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Sam Cox 04.10.04

YOU ARE MY FRIENDS *

The creator and sustainer of our universe

He is the bright and morning star.

He is with me in blessing and fellowship right here!

Yet He ministers to others afar!

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He is lauded and worshipped by millions in heaven!

Yet He gives Himself to us now, here!

He created the universe with a rare thought,

And still He abides with me near.

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He is still creating out there in infinity!

Yet you can feel His presence right now!

He shatters the clouds with thunders in the heavens

And still we are no stiff, we will not bow.

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Bow down to Him now!  He is worthy of praise!

We cower under “acts of God”

Repetitiously sing about our awesome God!

Do not you know He is the only God?

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There is no other God under heaven or above.

“I am the master of my fate?”

Sure you are and yet when we come to the end

We do not want to share Satan’s fate!

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Listen up!  We matter to our God of love!

He created worlds without end!

So easily He keeps universal order

And He still wants to be your friend!

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* John 15:14

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Sam Cox 06.09.04

WHAT IF

Not what but Who created

The worlds and space without end.

Not what but Who stands by us

Always quick to defend!

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What, suppose you, would happen

If God withdrew His care?

Look out into black darkness and see

Nothing, nothing out there!

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No sun.  No moon.  We are spinning

Completely out of control!

A growing, roaring as we

Approach the blackest black hole!

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What, suppose you, would happen

No heaven, no hell at all?

No retribution rewarding,

No God on whom to call?

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We cry out, “Oh God,” or “My God,”

Most times we know not why.

Could it be that subconsciously

We are afraid and want to hide?

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There is a heaven!  There is a Hell!

Both were created, you know!

One for repentant believers,

Satan goes down below!

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No hiding place from God, you know!

One thief repentant, one not!

To one, “Meet Me in heaven today!”

The other received his lot!

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There is no intermediate!

No western front, all quiet.

“I do not know Him,” but the other one,

Well, it is either heaven or riot!

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Sam Cox 06.16.04