PERFECT THE SALVATION

A perfect work of art, that filigree

Gold and silver lining this tapestry!

Bejeweled splendor forever to behold!

By beauty expert’s eyes, passionless and cold!

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No not lovers, just eyes to see

Observing, sure, so knowledgeably?

Paid to observe!  Just that!  No more!

And price this work of art, what is it for?

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So, what price this One who made a claim

To divinity or deity, no not the same!

For deity applies to only One,

The Godhead!  Holy Spirit!  Father and The Son!

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Many the signs and wonders this man performed!

Lazarus raised from dead!  And Self formed!

Do we not at Easter, recognize

A mighty triumph over all His foes!

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Miraculous life, sure, start with virgin birth!

Countless deeds of mercy, healing the sick.

Many have tried since nor can they begin

To duplicate.  Who, then, can “forgive your sin”?

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We come in Jesus’ name, not just a man.

Today still heals, coming in Jesus’ name.

Be not conformed, this world, but transformed

This change only God can perform!

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What is real?  Life?  A few years then gone!

Heaven reality to lean upon!

This life a vapor.  What is left to build?

They that built skyscrapers, all fulfilled.

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Life so short!  Only old men can see!

What lies beyond the tomorrow?  For you?  For me?

Life, real abundant!  So full and free,

Only then will we know, how abundantly!

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Precarious positions, we are often assigned

In the service of our country.  Where peace of mind

Is challenged to the limit, our safety insecure!

“Sure death” the alternative, can we endure?

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But forever security promised to believers

Trusting Jesus, He only can free us!

From fear of certain death, truly not to fear it!

Whether natural or combative in praise to receive it!

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Can we face death as did the apostle,

“For me to die is gain!”  It is there in his epistle.

We know of a place built by God above

Sinners are accepted, yes, saved by His love!

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the Sam  02.29.12

DEATH AND NEW LIFE

Devastation, no life seen anywhere!

Nearby muddy pond, naked girls swimming there,

So happy they tried to lure us in.

We just sat and watched, that ain’t no sin(?)

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Philippine Islands, small village nearby,

Destroyed, enemy fled, no time for goodbye.

Life-style expectancy about sixty-five,

Sure, live for today!  Tomorrow you die!

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My squad saw differently, it was the life beyond,

Wanted to be ready when death came around.

Questions tossed my way, often times I could tell

They believed!  Future had a Heaven and a Hell!

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One youngster knew it all, claimed atheistic.

Faced enemy gunner, sure, a stupid trick!

Shot in the chest, reached out, hand twitching,

Started up to help, Officer’s command, “Let him be!”

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This order I could take, happy to obey.

“Let the dead bury the dead.”  Sure, as they say.

Next day we returned there, white naked form!

New lesson we learned, it is well to conform! (*)

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But, “Be not conformed to this world.”  Apostle preached,

Direction of your training, conformation breached!

“Be not conformed, but transformed we need to be.”

My squad was learning, look up!  What do you see?

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(*) When Army commands, conform!

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the Sam  10.01.12