SING THE SONG

No thought of God can ever be

As life changing as Calvary!

Of course, He made man and the process, too!

True love, sure, they know what to do!

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God made that child a true miracle!

Cannot blame glands or a follicle!

A touch not merely compatible

Resulting in fingers prehensile!

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Surely God loves us, contrastingly

Far above anything we can see!

And in the frame that He made us in,

Cannot be construed as sin!

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Adam and Eve begat a Cain

Then an Able, later slain!

In sin we were conceived, yes, true,

But what is a person ever to do?

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Jesus showed us that cross on a hill!

Sinners saved by Grace!  Truly his will!

“Conceived in Liberty,” true also!

Christian the liberty, we know!

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In dedication to Calvary’s Cross

No, we can never suffer loss!

What God intended  multiply!

When sanctified by marriage, not a lie!

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When sanctified above marriage vows,

Cannot be wrong, it is what God allows!

In fact, condones and multiplies!

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What is the difference?  Let me explain.

A vow binds, means God is in the lane

Depending on Him to bless the home,

Says, you are not thinking of going alone.

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Big difference between love and lust!

Sure, life-long commitment!

Not rust to dust!

When God is at center cannot go wrong!

Make Him your centerpiece!  Sing the song!

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the Sam  02.25.12

FOUR CROSSES

Four crosses on that hill I see

The 4th one is mine!

Must Jesus bear a cross by Himself

Rest of us just shine?

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No!  There is a cross for Christians all!

Literally, no!

Some guy thought it that way, I guess

Results:  his name did show!

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Not a pleasant disfigurement!

Happy?  Tell the world, no!

Outskirts of a city in

Old Mexico!

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This fanatic attempting to prove

Simply that he could!

Or what else?  Who then can tell?

Did not turn out good!

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Did he consider, like, sins of all

Or only his own?

Maybe just a show off posture.

We should not condone!

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Could anyone take the Savior’s place?

Of course not a one!

Jesus, The Only Perfect man

As God!  Yes, God’s Son!

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Yes, God, as man, the perfect was tempted

God-man must endure!

For 40 days temptation raged!

But endured pure!

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Complete proof that Jesus was (is) God!

Further proof desired?

Crucified, buried, arose the grave!

God!  Indeed!  Inspired!

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What else required?  More proof needed?

Real proof, deep in my heart!

This Superman Jesus is everywhere

And your invitation is a start!

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To show the world what God can do!

First in cleansing from sin!

Then a change, sometimes gradual but sure!

As He enters in!

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Takes over, you bet everything!

Gradually with some.

Jesus is patient.  Finally proves

True before day has, like, run.

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the Sam 01.19.12

LOVE NOT THE WORLD BUT LOVE

Easy to spot the Christian who,

In his self-centeredness,

Sees only avoidance of sin!

Sees no one to bless!

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His avoidance inadvertently

Of everyone else

His eyes on the ground, never to look

Upward!  Just self!

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Why cannot we be proud we love Jesus?

Look on that cross there!

At work, at play admittedly,

Do not I even care?

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Admittedly sure not ashamed

I serve a living Lord!

Some may scoffingly ask and who is that?

Only One can afford–

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To love us all!  For His children we

So often, full of hate!

Lusting instead of love; only

Self to satiate!

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Lust, self love, the difference all know!

Inordinately is hate

Everyone else breathing the air

Just will not accommodate.

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Love each other, for love is of God!

He who does not love

Cannot love God for He is complete in

His purest, above.

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All for when unselfish complete!

Can be nothing I see,

Except so close to the Only One

Who gave His life for me.

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God is love!  And he who loves not, knows

Not, the only One.

Who is purest love who gave His life

My God.  God the Son!

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And He is my Father!

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the Sam 2.15.12

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!

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

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

I HAVE SEEN HIM

I have seen Him in His glory,

Without diadem.

Filled the horizon, He came

Down not to condemn.

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Face grew smaller as He came,

Silently so clear!

Clearer still as face to face,

Smiled!  I felt no fear!

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Uncommon, sure, Son of God!

The Face!  Then He smiled!

Jesus!  And His countenance

Seeing me undefiled!

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Determining a passion for children,

Children that He made!

A sheer joy exuding from His

Face, not stiff nor staid!

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Joyful!  Glad!  Near like a child!

Like, want to play a game?

Not like One crucified,

Not like one crucified in shame!

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But then as though recalling

A saddened look compiled

And sorrowing, expressing, despairing,

As though by sin defiled.

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Remembering the sins of all

The world called to bare.

Heavy laden so sorrowful!

Tempted to despair!

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I must!  This!  All the sins of all

This world contained

In this body, heart of mine,

By Father disdained!

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Foreordained as I die!

Most hideous!  Inspired

By doomed enemy of my soul,

Who from the start desired–

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Doom of all and me, His worst

Foe, once Arc Angel

Over all the Angelic Host

Cannot untangle!

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the tangled Sam (day after Christmas)