They�d like for us to believe that
Mere matter in various forms
Combined in coincident order
Like particles driven by storms.
For millions and millions of ages
Without any reason or rhyme,
Those random events replicated
Until after eons of time.
Some cells became interconnected.
Then life in its simplest occurred--
That even without a director
This process was never deterred.
They try to convince us that thousands
Of changes were forced to be made;
Adjustments then deemed as advancing--
Yeah right-- only those made the grade.
The odds of the oddest occurrence
Were met during millions of years;
Each chance was allowed its own trial
And bested the best of its peers.
At some point some brain cells developed--
They must have or none would survive;
Except for the strong or the many
Whose numbers kept species alive.
The dinosaurs perished as nature
Reached out for the best that evolved,
And unlike the previous failures
With brains all the problems were solved.
And then the intelligent triumphed;
The smartest and best beat the rest;
The cave men lost out in the ice age
As men of our ilk passed the test.
The process continued for ages
Excluding the weak and the slow--
Each century ever evolving
Expanding man�s mental plateau.
If so, how does �Love� keep existing
When only the fittest survive?
It�s such an unselfish emotion.
What accident kept Love alive?
You�d think that the first time a mother
Paused briefly to wait for her child,
That both of them would have been trampled--
The case for extinction thus filed.
If only the fittest move forward
(Their sons lying cold in the dust)
The human race would have been stymied.
That thought churns up utter disgust!
For Love took the lowest position,
Though meek, science still can�t defy.
So, what fact negates evolution?
God does it, with Love that won�t die.
Anonymous
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When somebody yields to temptation
And breaks one of man's or God's laws,
We look for no good in his make-up,
But oh! how we look for the flaws!
No one cares about how he was tempted,
Nor praises the battles he�s fought;
His name becomes food for the jackals --
For us who have never been caught.
�He has sinned!� we shout from the house-tops,
We forget the good deeds he has done,
We focus on that one lost battle,
And forget all the times he has won.
�Come, gaze at the sinner!� we thunder,
�And by his example be taught
That his footsteps lead to destruction!�
Cry we who have never been caught.
I�m a sinner, O Lord, and I know it,
I�m weak, I blunder, I fail.
I�m tossed on life�s stormy ocean
Like ships embroiled in a gale.
I�m willing to trust in Thy mercy,
To keep the commandments Thou�st taught,
But deliver me, Lord, from the judgement
Of saints who have never been caught!
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The Master stood in His garden,
Among the lilies fair,
Which His own right hand had planted,
And trained with tend'rest care.
He looked at their snowy blossoms,
And marked with observant eye
That the flowers were sadly drooping,
For their leaves were parched and dry.
"My lilies need to be watered,"
The Heavenly Master said;
"Wherein shall I draw it for them,
And raise each drooping head?"
Close to His feet on the pathway,
Empty, and frail, and small,
An earthen vessel was lying,
Which seemed no use at all;
But the Master saw, and raised it
From the dust in which it lay,
And smiled, as He gently whispered,
"This shall do My work today."
"It is but an 'earthen' vessel,
But it lay so close to Me;
It is small, but it is empty-
That is all it needs to be."
So to the fountain He took it,
And filled it full to the brim;
How glad was the earthen vessel
To be of some use to Him!
He poured forth the living water
Over His lilies fair,
Until the vessel was empty,
And again He filled it there.
He watered the drooping lilies
Until they revived again;
And the Master saw with pleasure.
That His labor had not been vain.
His own hand had drawn the water
Which refreshed the thirsty flowers;
But He used the earthen vessel
To convey the living showers.
And to itself it whispered,
As He laid it aside once more,
"Still will I lie in His pathway,
Just where I did before.
"Close would I keep to the Master,
Empty would I remain,
And perhaps some day He may use me
To water His flowers again."
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Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master who gently said,
"Child, you must wait."
"Wait You say wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word
"My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes' a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
"And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
Lord, I've been asking and this is my cry;
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate.
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and tout
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting. . . for what?"
He seemed, then to kneel and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
"All you seek I could give and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want � but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
"You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I live and I save . . . (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
"The glow of My comfort late into the night.
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for Thee.'
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh the loss! If I lost what I'm doing to you!
"So be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late
My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT"
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I went into my classroom
Ready for another year at school.
I didn't want the work,
Just wanted to hang and be cool.
I had on new clothes,
New sneakers on my feet.
I was there for class on time
Went to the back and took my seat.
Yeah, I'm moving up.
I'm already grown.
Soon I'll be graduating
And out on my own.
I talked to some of my friends.
We were all having fun.
Said some things I shouldn't have said,
Did stuff I shouldn't have done.
I knew I was different.
I felt God TOUCH my heart.
I knew I should set a standard,
But then I'd be set apart.
Walking to the bus,
I was not looking for strength.
I heard the car tires screeching,
But now-- it's too late.
I'm standing in this room
And I can see the heavenly gate.
Oh no! I never prayed.
I thought I had time to get it straight.
An angel walked to me.
He had a Book in his hand.
I knew it was the Book of Life.
When would this dream end?
I told him my name
And he began to look.
Then he looked at me sadly and said,
"Your name is not in this Book."
"Angel, this is a dream.
No, I can't be dead!"
He closed the Book and turned away.
He whispered - "You cannot proceed ahead."
"No, no, this can't be real!
Angel, you can't turn me away.
Let me talk to God.
Maybe He'll let me stay."
He led me to the gate.
Jesus came to me.
He did not let me in, but said,
"Beloved, what is your need?"
"Jesus," I cried, "please!
Don't cast me away from you."
Tears ran down His face as He said,
"You KNEW what you needed to do."
"Lord, please, I'm young.
I never thought I would die.
I thought I'd have plenty of time.
Death caught me by surprise."
"Lord, I went to church.
Please, Jesus, I believe!"
He said, "You would not accept Me.
My love you would not receive."
"Lord, there were too many hypocrites!
THEY weren't being true."
He took a step back and asked,
"What does that have to do with you?"
"Lord, my family claimed to be saved.
They weren't real-- You know."
He said, "I died for YOU.
Now, I have to go."
I fell to my knees, crying to Him.
"Lord, I planned to be real-- tomorrow."
I couldn't make Him understand.
I had never felt such sorrow.
Then it hit me hard. I said,
"Lord, where will I go?"
He looked into my eyes and said,
"My child, you ALREADY know."
"Please, Jesus," I begged,
"The place is so hot!"
It seemed to trouble and grieve Him.
He whispered, "DEPART FROM ME, I KNOW YOU NOT."
"Lord, You're supposed to be love.
How can You send me to damnation?"
He replied, "With your mouth you SAID you loved Me,
But each day you rejected My salvation."
With that, in an instant,
Day turned into night.
I never knew such torture could be.
Now, it's too late. I always knew the Bible was right.
If I can tell you anything,
Hell has no age.
It is a place of torture,
Separated from God and full of rage.
You know, I thought it was a funny joke.
But this one thing is true--
If you never accept Jesus Christ,
HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!
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