Taking time to cogitate,
About the one who did create,
All things in an upright state:
Surely, God is great.
When testimonies I narrate,
They think that I exaggerate;
Despite what they may speculate:
I know that God is great.
He can use a poor - iliterate,
To educate the proflagate;
Through the simple he can illustrate,
To the world that He is great.
Though some His Word may complicate;
And others simply imitate;
What I want to implicate,
Is that my God is great.
Then some His Laws do violate,
Heading for a dismal fate;
Let me press through the Golden Gate,
With pleasure, for God is great.
There lions I'll domesticate;
Crystal waters I'll ingulgitate;
Heaven's beauty none can calculate,
For, people, God is great.
All our toiling He will compensate;
All our Labours He'll remunerate -
So its worth - while to reiterate:
That Jesus Christ is GREAT!!!
They called me Shasha,
Supposed to mean 'Champion',
But I've learned the hard way,
That I'm no champ at all.
I said I'll be happy and never see sorrow;
I said I'll be rich and never beg nor borrow;
I would earnestly study to avoid the claws of poverty;
I would find the best ways to invest all my money.
I was to persue my education to the utmost bound,
Then marry the fairest damsel that could be found;
I would build me a mansion, drive my favourite cars,
My soul would not be battered with sorrows and scars.
My children I would send to the finest schools,
My house I would run with Scriptural rules;
I would eat the finest and daintiest of meals,
And never know how the sting of hunger feels.
I would be lost in a dimension of wealth without end,
And freely, luxuriously, without fear I would spend;
Fly for holiday on the wings of a plane,
To resorts in Germany, Italy or Spain.
Still in all my riches, I would not forget my Lord,
Nor forsake nor disappoint Him by forsaking His Word;
But I'd honour Him with my every tithe and offering,
And reach a hand to all His Children, His Royal Offspring.
But I'm far from that, why can't I achieve?
My soul is filled with anguish, bitter pain and grief;
I've been abased from a suburb plush and fair,
To a shanty where raw sewage putrifies the air;
I've tried the best I can, but nothing at all prospered,
Though I thought my ambitions were all Divinely inspired.
So as I walk the death walk (like His servant),
I just cry and remorsefully call:
"Lord Jesus take me by the hand,
For I'm no champ at all."
Surely the dog and the drunkard
Both remember their ways home;
The sheep knows its shepherd,
The ox knows its kraal;
But one thing I often do regret -
Is the way that I tend to forget.
Let me not be like a dog returning to its vomit;
Or like a hog to its wakllowing in the mire;
For I've come from far -
How can I return?
I've put on His Garment -
Shall I take it off again?
But I've seen many who have turned
And forgotten Thee, O Lord:
They found honey and ate it,
Because it was good;
With the honey comb,
Which was sweet to their taste;
They ate too much till they were filled therewith,
Then they vomitted and forgot:
The sweetness, the savour,
The tang and the flavour;
Now their eyes desire to see no more -
Of that which their souls earnestly craved for.
But Thy Word is like the honey comb, O Lord:
Sweetness to the soul, health to the bones -
Thou feedest the hungry and clothest the naked;
The sick hast thou healed,
Thus hast thou revealed:
Thy faithfulness and truthfulness,
Abounding more and never less;
For as a true mother cannot forget
To love her suckling child,
Thou wilt not forsake Thine own,
To wonder off into the wild.
Thy Word has been my defence of old:
The enemy raged, all hopes seemed low;
The adversary before me was great and tall;
But the Lord stands a Great Commander indeed:
He sends forth His commandment
Couching as a lion, roaring as an old lion -
Who could but fear?
At the commandment of the Lord
Every demon of hell will have to flee;
For it is He Who clothes with joy,
Him that is clothed with shame;
Silencing the mouth of the backbiter,
Making my tongue the pen of a ready writer -
To publish His Word when I remeber:
How that from many dangers my soul He did deliver;
Giving me joy and unending gladness;
Removing all shame and sorrowful madness;
Mending all scars which the enemy had torn;
Exalting my horn as the horn of a unicorn.
But if ever I forget Thee, O Lord:
Remind me of the years of great displeasure,
When Thy Word became my chiefest treasure;
And of the days of loneliness,
When in fellowship with Thee, my soul was blest;
Remind me of the manifold testimonies,
Ripening the fruits of bountiful trees;
And of the diverse and Godly adventures,
A foretaste of the Heavenly treasures;
Remind me of the value of Thy Word,
Which by Thy Grace, my soul has heard;
Remind me of the prophet, the Message of the hour:
Thy manifested truth, Thy vindicated Power.
Who can convince me that true joy,
Is found in a life of sin?
Who could unseal a man whom God has sealed,
With His Spirit deep within?
If ever the light of the sun shines dim,
And the birds singing floods the air;
Or the wheels of the wagon roll me to,
The valley of deep dispair;
If the stormy clouds and shadow of death,
Spread over and across the skies:
I know the Message of the end time
Will save me from demise;
But keep my feet from treading along
A path which I'll regret;
And teach me Thy way from day to day,
O Lord, lest I forget.
As the moon and stars shine bright by night,
And the sun does too by day;
I think about the Lord's great might,
Which made them shine that way;
I think about the Creation,
Where this whole story began;
Way back at the foundation,
When the Lamb was slain for every one.
The Love God had for Adam then,
Is still being displayed today;
Love Divine to a mortal kin,
But in such an immense way:
Brother Branham once a field did cross,
Where he met a charging bull;
Almost resulting in a great loss,
But thanks be to the third pull:
Looking at it, he loved it,
With Love Divine, pure and fine,
He commanded it to go back and sit
That he could reach his destiny on time.
Another time his lawn he did mow,
With his shirt off due to the heat;
When he knocked a hornet hive and didn't know,
For he only wanted to keep his lawn neat;
Then all began to buzz around him,
In such a frightening way;
Ready to sting at his bare skin,
But with Divine Love he began to say:
"I'm sorry my friends for disturbing your hive,
But I honestly did not know;
Now you go back into your hive,
And let me continue to mow;"
Then all of them in a straight line
Did as they had been sent -
By Love Divine, pure and fine,
Back into their hive they went.
Thus having considered the above,
I can with dignity say:
That I'd rather have Divine Love,
Than this whole world any day.
I lay there wounded and bleeding on the Jericho road -
Crying aloud, but there was no answer;
Crying out of wrong, but there was no judgement;
The boisterous billows of life,
The panging perils of strife,
Humbled my heart in deep contrition:
To love my neighbour as myself...
But who is my neighbour?
Who is my friend?
On whom in time of need and anguish
Can my soul depend?
My mind travelled to a Day to come,
Wherein the Lord sat on His Throne:
On the right stood the saints in spotless white,
On the left the condemned, dispisers of the Light:
"O sinner man depart from me into everlasting fire,
Prepared for the devil and his angels:
For I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat;
Athirst, and ye gave me no drink;
A stranger, and ye took me not in;
Naked, and ye clothed me not;
Sick and in prison, and ye visited me not."
Then shall the sinners answer Him saying:
"Lord, when saw we Thee
An hungered or athirst,
Or a stranger or naked,
Or sick or in prison,
And did not minister unto Thee?"
And the Lord shall answer them:
"Verily I say unto thee -
In as much as ye did it not unto the least of these,
Ye did it not unto me."
Such are the ways of an adulterous woman:
She's loud, proud and ignorant of her doom;
But the daughter of God is a flower
In the sight of her Maker,
Amidst such a perverse and corrupt generation;
She's of a humble and contrite spirit -
Her mind is pure and undefiled;
Her nature modest, meek and mild;
As the lilly amongst thorns,
As a rose amongst brambles,
So she stands in the eyes of Him that made her;
Many there be that have done virtuously,
But thou, O daughter of the Highest,
Thou excellest them all.
Sinner man meddle not with the Lord's daughters!
But come have a drink of Living Waters;
Wash your soul of all your sin,
That the Spirit of God may enter in;
For a man of God stands a pillar,
Amidst such a crooked and corrupt generation:
Bold as behemoth, harmless as a dove;
All his thoughts and actions are inspired from above;
He's a Lion's whelp - he couched,
Who shall arouse him?
He stooped as a lion and as an old lion,
Who shall stir him up?
A man of men and symbol of strength;
Excellency of dignity, excellency of power;
Many are the kings of the earth
And princes are without number,
But before thee, O man of God,
Before thee shall thine enemies bow the knee.
Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right:
That it may be well with thee
And that thou mayest live long on the earth;
And ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath,
But bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord;
For children are the tie that bins the home:
A resuscitation of sincerity,
A rejuvenation of humility;
As flowers are pleasant in the hands of the bearer,
Or arrows which rattle in a mighty man's quiver -
So children are to them that beget them.
Servants, be obedient to them that are your masters
According to the flesh;
And ye masters, do the same things unto them,
Forbearing threatening;
For the masters of the gentiles exercise lordship over them,
But with you it shall not be so.
Husbands, love your wives;
Wives, submit yourselves unto YOUR OWN husbands;
Young and old persue after righteousness,
While she still stands calling unto the lowly,
Cast aside all superfluity of naughtiness,
But in all humility, strive to be Holy;
Being not conformed to the world,
Nor with vain doctrines tossed and twirled;
But set your affections on the Word -
The Prophetic Message you have all heard.
Placing God before you in all things, my son,
For He loved you 'fore the world begun;
Read and pray and you'll find it true,
That in all your cares, He cares for you.