GOD’S GLORY IS ENDLESS

God’s fire streaks the clouds, white hot!

The thunder roars!

Rain down a symphony

And then it pours!

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Making brilliant the skies above

With lightening flashes.

Bombarding blasts of thunder roll

Rain torrent splashes!

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God’s glory!  Can it be described?

Oh, I have tried it!

Just one single thunderous blast and

I know I have failed it!

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The sun breaks through, no thunder now.

The birds sing out.

It is music now, so quiet now

Glory all about!

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But do not you remember the storm?

Hard to forget!

The heavens seemed to break apart,

Now peace and yet we do forget!

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Sam Cox 06.05.04

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

NIGHT AND DAY

The fog moves in and shadows fall.

One cannot see the sun at all.

It is so complete in hiding out

Can hardly see the trees about!

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It does not mean the trees are not there,

They are where man planted them everywhere!

Though we cannot see the sun we know

It just cannot penetrate below.

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Through all this fog that shifts about,

But it is all there it will not fade out!

And when those clouds have rolled away

It leaves to us a brighter day.

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Sometimes, I fear, when shadows fall

That God cannot hear my plea at all.

Seems constant and the clouds just sit

The dark is still there, the fog will not lift.

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Well, what would you know, I see a light!

Now would not you know the sun is too bright!

It is way too hot, will not fade away!

Sure wish the fog would roll this way!

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So how are you going to please them all?

When will The Lord make the right call?

His blessings flow!  The sun shines bright

But still we are glad for clouds and the night!

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Sam Cox 06.07.04

WHAT I SEE WHEN I LOOK

Dear God, Your hand is in everything.

Your hands in everything I see!

In everything I do not see also,

But what does all this mean to me?

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Aside all the din of metallurgy,

The blocks, the steel, the metal fab,

This leaf demands my sole attention

A leaf, you know, it seems so drab!

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Drab it is and drab it serves a purpose.

Continuing its drab futility,

A million hands that reach to God contended

Captivating drab profundity!

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So what it is that is so profound about it?

What captures the dew, the rain, the sun?

Exactly!  Then what struggles to imbue it

With shade, with fruit whenever the seasons done.

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(Ah yes, the lowly leaf.  I was engrossed with a philodendron,

so profuse on our porch, those tiny veins which they are!

Anyhow, when we reach out to God, what a blessing!)

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Sam Cox 11.01.03

PERPETUAL GOD DESIGNED

Ever stop and consider

The wonders of God’s Grace?

His own perpetual motion

Spheres spinning out in space?

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Will earth, one day, stop spinning?

And what about His love?

The earth upon its axis

It is all controlled above!

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The spinning is timed perfect!

It is out of control!

The sun, the moon, the planets,

Well-timed as ages roll!

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This is not accidental

Nor is His love for me.

Well-timed and orchestrated,

Along with grace so free!

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Believe Him and accept Him

Yes, it is conditional!

He will not force it on you!

Perpetual, free, and full!

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Perpetually inviting

“Come,” He invites you still!

“Delight yourself,” to love Him;

Start spinning in His will.

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I cannot understand it;

Nor can you, friend of mine!

So why not name it proper,

Perpetual God designed!

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SHC 11.02.02

TREE OF LIFE

In Heaven I found…No! Heaven found me!

I looked all around, can this really be?

A river flows by, with no bridge across,

That pine tree there, see there is grass and moss.

 

 

But the funniest thing, cannot find the sun!

On earth shone down on everyone!

What place is this? No sun anywhere,

Not even shade from that tree over there!

 

 

Oh, then I remember God is the light!

I look all around, no wonder it is bright!

With God everywhere and no hiding place

Who needs it? Just look on His smiling face!

 

 

How could I doubt? There He is all aglow!

Wherever I look that bright smile will show!

Cannot miss it! He is there! His smile is on me

From that river, the sky, that healing tree!

 

 

Tree of life, Revelation 2:14, 22: 1, 2 and 22:7

 

 

Sam Cox 1.7.05

JUST BECAUSE, LUKE 18:17

God created, made something from nothing!

He made everything that I see!

And everything I cannot see, forever!

He made it for you and me!

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Only God creates something from nothing!

Suns, earths, space without end!

His world out there and world within!

As Spirit He can contend!

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Man just assembles what has been created!

Create?  No, not at all!

It is true, “We are made fearfully

And wonderfully!”  God’s call!

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A pile of mud!  He breathed and spoke

And man then became behold

Not just an intricate fabulous thing,

But an everlasting Soul!

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“In the image of God!”  So hard to conceive!

God’s image, JESUS on earth!

Born of a virgin, God’s own likeness!

Of lowly humble birth!

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Fearfully extravagantly made!

An impossible intricate Soul!

“In the image of God,” not improbable

Like hearing, speak in control.

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We are image only!  Cannot boast at all!

Remember just God created!

We are but like Him, we are not Creator

We are only the fates.

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But we control all the other fates,

It is either Heaven or Hell!

Can you not see our fate is to be

Heaven?  Where all is well! (*)

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All because He became sin for us!

Crucified was vilified!

Went through Hell so that we might live!

Forever above by His side!

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It was His fate from the beginning of time,

No beginning always was!

Not to examine or figure out!

Eternal just because…

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What is to figure?  Accept your fate!

Believe!  As a credulous child!

“Except you become as this little one…”

Will not join the undefiled!

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(*) How could anything be better?

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Sam Cox  02.17.09