Not Whipped Yet

Lust

1 John 2:15-17
New International Version (NIV)

On Not Loving the World

15 Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father[a] is not in them. 16 For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—comes not from the Father but from the world. 17 The world and its desires pass away, but whoever does the will of God lives forever.


Lust – verb (used without object)

to have a yearning or desire; have a strong or excessive craving (often followed by for or after).


World of Lust

It’s the “after” or the “for” that will always present
Our deepest and sincerest, most honest intent
Of just what in this world we will choose
And when we have chosen, how we will use
The gifts from above that are sent

Cain was the first son born to Eve
A blessing from the Lord for her to conceive
His offering rejected, on Abel he turned
And in the field with murder, his heart burned
Leading to the mark he received

When David was a young shepherd on the land
At Goliath a rock he flung from his hand
A mighty king he soon would become
But to his lust for Bathsheba he succumbed
And Nathan shouts, “You are the man!”

Lust has a whip and is a slave driver
Few of its victims are ever a survivor
So whether a murderer or a mighty king
Lust is only after one thing
To make us wear the world like a visor

©2017 by William Pierce


Father,

The world cries out to us and drives us far from You. Do not leave us in its grip but rescue us from its deadly, sweet lips. We long to be free from this dark world of sin and be with You again. Thank You for every blessing. Amen!

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Pest Control

Pest

Matthew 12:43-45
New International Version (NIV)

43 “When an impure spirit comes out of a person, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. 44 Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left.’ When it arrives, it finds the house unoccupied, swept clean and put in order. 45 Then it goes and takes with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that person is worse than the first. That is how it will be with this wicked generation.”

 


The Pest

He came into my house today
He laughed and made big fun of me
He swaggered and he swayed
And then he said, “This is how it’s gonna be!”

You asked me in today, my friend
And now I’m here to stay
Now your house you can’t defend
Or send me on my way

I’ll curl up here around your head
And grip your mind so tight
Every thought you’ll have, you’ll come to dread
Struggle though you might

I’ll fill the air with thoughts so dark
I’ll drain your very soul
Things will come to seem so stark
You’ll slowly lose control

The day will seem an endless chore
Whatever your hands might touch
Your dreams composed of so much gore
You’ll wish for death and such

And if by chance this house you clean
And manage somehow to drive me off
I’ll come back seven times as mean
Full of anger and then I’ll scoff

You’ll never get me out of here!
It’s your sin that is to blame
Unless, of course, I should hear
“Get out, in Jesus’ name!”

©2017 by William Pierce


Father,

Give us eyes that see and ears that hear that we might know what is around us. We struggle with illnesses, with anxieties, with all manner of distress in this dark world. You wait only for us to ask for help. We are asking, Father, for Your strong hand to guide and protect us from the evil that awaits.
Thank You for sending Jesus. Thank You for the power in His name.

Amen!

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Take It Away

S

Romans 6:1
New International Version (NIV)

Dead to Sin, Alive in Christ

6 What shall we say, then? Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase?


Take My “S” Away

Who would have thought just what is at stake
When suddenly the “s” you decide you will take

A bird on the wing that flies like a swallow
Becomes a fat pig that lives in a wallow

With it you’re sure of yourself and can shun
Without it you’re always fighting like a hun

You can exercise daily and be hot enough to sear
Then suddenly you’re flabby and can’t get anyone’s ear

You might think you’re tiny and ever so small
Then find yourself running all over the mall

You might be real mad, full of scoff and scorn
Only to find you’re at the state fair roasting some corn

Off of an oak tree might fall a big stick
And when you wake up you were bitten by a tick

In the spring the bees come and start a big swarm
While in the winter we’re all trying just to stay warm

Now this is just meant to make us all smile
But let’s go a little further, He said go the extra mile

Some will ignore the Word that He spoke
They give no respect and fun they will poke

And though He always, takes up their slack
They never thank Him for being what they lack

So sweet Lord please don’t let me be so shallow
Help me lose the “s” in my life and learn how to hallow

©2017 by William Pierce


Father,

We play with words each day as writers, but let us not play with Your Word or Your Way, for Yours is the only Way to salvation. Thank You for Your eternal patience and Your infinite grace and mercy. Be with all who read this prayer may they be blessed by Your presence. Heal all who need healing, feed all who need feeding, and move in the hearts of all mankind because we need You.

Thank You, Lord. Amen!

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The Note

The Note

Matthew 13:44
New International Version (NIV)

The Parables of the Hidden Treasure and the Pearl

44 “The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field.


The Hidden Treasure

Hidden in a box,
Under a bed,
In a dark room,
Where no one had entered in thirty some odd years,
Laid a note that had suddenly become a treasure to her.
She held it in her hand as though it was a diamond and caressed it to her heart as though it were velvet medicine. It was a letter that had answered a lifelong yearning to know the truth.

Her mother, Amanda, had passed away recently, and she had come from Tulsa to Denver to clean out the things that were left in the family home. She had only found it today after a week of tireless work to “clean” things out. It had to be done and her sister just couldn’t find time to help. She had almost tossed that box out on the trash without looking inside. It certainly didn’t appear to be anything worth saving. Unfolding the tattered page once again, she read aloud…

“My Dearest Amanda,

This letter will not suffice to explain my actions, words never do, but I will try. I know that I have continued to grow more and more distant lately, but there is a darkness that has gripped me and will not let go. It has nothing to do with you. You are the love of my love and the only thing that I wish that I could hang onto, but the situation is hopeless. This fit of madness has completely captured me. I believe it began long ago in early childhood, but the memory of that horrible war is simply too much. Not just the World War though, but the war that has raged, it seems, for a lifetime inside my soul. I ache each day to throw off this emptiness, to take hold of you and the girls, and march off into a dream come true, but no matter how I have tried, the darkness prevails. So, my dear, I am leaving the only way I know how. Know that I love you. Please kiss the girls goodbye for me. Perhaps we will see one another again. I can only hope so with all my heart.

I love you so.

Peter

p.s. – Please ask Harry for help. He is a very good friend.”

Yes!! That simple note explained so much. Her father had just disappeared or so her sister and she thought, but he had committed suicide. The trauma of life just became too much. He didn’t just leave them! Harry did help them when her father was gone and he later married her mother. She had always resented their getting together and thought Harry a betrayer of her father.

“Why don’t you wait? Daddy will come back” she’d always say.

“No Charlotte, your father is gone. I’m sorry,” was always her mother’s answer.

She guessed they thought the stigma of mental illness would follow her sister and she, and that him just “being gone” would be better?

She wasn’t sure that had been the best thing, but right now what mattered most was that she knew the truth. Her father had not just run off and left them.

She needed to stop for the day. There was much to process. She wished she had been able to talk to her mother about this, but this note helped in one way she could do something about. Harry was not the man who she had thought he was. He had not just taken his mother away from his father as she had thought. He was a good man like her father had said. He had spent his life working and providing for her mother and the two of them. He had never complained and he had never broken his promise to her mother for her father’s suicide to not become public knowledge. It was too late to talk to her mother, but Harry was in the Pleasant Arms nursing home. She needed to talk to her sister and them go to see him.

She carefully folded the note and placed it back in its box to keep its secret and its treasure safe.

Maybe too, Harry and Amanda were together again?

©2017 by William Pierce


Father,

All truth sets us free if we hear it and accept it. May Your Truth be heard around the world and taken to heart by every soul. It is the medicine that will heal every pain and wipe away every tear. Thank You so for every tender mercy.

Amen!

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Brew Me Up, Scottie!

Cross

1 Corinthians 1:18
New International Version (NIV)

Christ Crucified Is God’s Power and Wisdom

18 For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.


Tea茶 For Me and All I See

Camellia sinensis is some kind of name
With only three types they’re all quite the same
There’s black, green/white, and Chinese oolong
The only difference is to what process they belong

So whether it’s orange pekoe, earl gray, or a green
Each has their flavor and benefit, if you know what I mean
Lipton is pleasant and Twinings a delight
And if you dare try it, Canadian Tea will make you feel right

But I have traveled the wide world from stem unto stern
Done my very best to learn what I could learn
And I’m certain as certain, as certain can be
The very best † is found up on Calvary

It’s bitter and sweet, but overflows your cup with gladness
It takes away all stains, and puts an end to all sadness
So brew up a pot and give it to your neighbors
And bless them with a life of endless flavor

©2017 by William Pierce


Father,

We are searching for an answer no longer, for You are the answer, You are the medicine, You are the Light unto salvation. You have brewed us up a mighty cup of mercy and grace. We give You praise and thanks.

Amen!

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Pretty Ribbons Hold Us Tight

Pretty Ribbon

Matthew 15:2-3
New International Version (NIV)

2 “Why do your disciples break the tradition of the elders? They don’t wash their hands before they eat!”
3 Jesus replied, “And why do you break the command of God for the sake of your tradition?


Bound by Tradition

The poetic form is bound by
Rules, It’s taught in liter
Ary schools, It’s full of meter an
D of rhyme, Writing
It takes lots of time, But tradition can feel confining, And bind us up un
Til we’re sighing, But what
Is the balance we should heed, Are there not s
Ome rules we need? So ponder hard and po
Nder careful, Too much freedom leaves us fretful

©2017 by William Pierce


Father,

Keep us locked within the path of righteousness. Therein lies truth, peace, and love.

Thank You so!

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Our Higher Senses

Fragrances That Fill the Air

The fragrance of the flowers
Sweet and clean
The fragrance of the snow
Pure and pristine

The fragrance of the forest
Oak and scotchy pine
The fragrance of the sea
Salt and sublime

The fragrance of the hills
Green as grass, freshly mown
The fragrance of the storm
Windy and rain blown

The fragrance of the soul
Seldom seen and hardly heard
The fragrance of the heart
Often felt without a word

The fragrance of His mercy
Come from up above
The fragrance of heaven
Filled with grace and love

©2017 by William Pierce

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Pray to be One

Pray without ceasing background

John 17:20-23
New International Version (NIV)

Jesus Prays for All Believers

20 “My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, 21 that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. 22 I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one— 23 I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.


Jesus has come into Jerusalem on a donkey to the cheers of the people, “Hosanna! Hosanna!” He has had the Passover with His disciples and predicted His own death. Judas has gone to betray Him. The Disciples (He had asked them to stay awake and pray) were asleep. He has sweated blood as He fervently prays to God, our Father. Amidst all this anguish, all this fear, all this pain…He remembers all of us and prays that all of His followers, those alive at that time, and all of us to come, will be one with the Father. That we be in harmony with Him and all of creation…How can you not love Jesus? I understand that you wouldn’t love His followers. We’re not harmonized yet. We are not kind or good or loving. We fall far short of the Master, but Jesus? How can you not love Jesus? He came humbly in a manger, taught only love of God and man, healed thousands and thousands of people, and when faced with death went to a cross for us all, praying for us every step of the way.


The Promised One

He came with the star so bright
Born in a manger that special night

Wise men of old, followed, pursued
Wise men today, follow Him too

Born of a virgin, how could it be?
An angel told Joseph and he believed

Taken to Egypt and hidden away
Until Herod was no longer in the way

Appeared at the temple when He was just twelve
Amazed all the priests with the wisdom He held

“I am the Voice for Him who will come!”
John heralded His arrival with a holy baptism

Jesus did miracles and fulfilled prophesy
Told all who would listen of God’s love for you and me

Then He marched into Jerusalem for one final meal
His blood and His body would pay for the deal

One final night in the garden nearby
One final prayer and He would be off to die

He prayed for our Oneness with the Father and Him
All who would believe He would call them a Friend.

So give Him your sin and give Him your shame
He’ll take it away and give you a new name

He’ll whisper it to you throughout eternity
You’re loved and treasured by His Grace and Mercy

©2017 by William Pierce


Father,

Thank You for sending Jesus to this dark, fallen world. Through Him and Him alone are all things made anew. We know You love us and thank You for Your great kindness.

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Be What You W-ant To Be

Dorm Ant

That’s Doctor Ant

There are ants in your pants
And ants in your kitchen
Red ants, fire ants, and army ants
That march in position

There’s a queen on the throne
And workers galore
Big males who are drones
And babies make four

But there’s one particular ant
That came from a different gene pool
He’s the little Dorm Ant
That ran off to school

He hatched from his egg
but couldn’t decide
Just what he should do
Or where to reside

He couldn’t be queen
And the work seemed so hard
And the drones didn’t seem
To last long out in the yard

So he pondered his fate
And he plotted a plan
He’d go off to college
And be a college man

He’d heard how a degree
Would help you fit in
Give you a pedigree
A place to begin

So he packed up his bags
And put on his shoes
Walked up to the Dean
And paid all the dues

He moved in behind
The wall of the dormitory
Hung up some blinds
The rest is ancient history

For he spent the next four years
Working hard as could be
A Bachelor, a Master
Holy Moly, a PhD!

The little Dorm Ant
Had made his big mark
Now he’s Doctor Dorm Ant
And he works at a park

Not just any old park
But down in Orlando
Where Pluto might bark
Mickey and Minnie might tango

He’s head ant-imator
At Disney productions
He wished upon a star
And refused substitutions

And on this you can bet
Though just a little ant
He’s not finished yet
He might even be Presid-ant

©2017 by William Pierce

 


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Life’s Swing

Gate

Ecclesiastes 3:9-15
New Living Translation (NLT)

9 What do people really get for all their hard work? 10 I have seen the burden God has placed on us all. 11 Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. 12 So I concluded there is nothing better than to be happy and enjoy ourselves as long as we can. 13 And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.
14 And I know that whatever God does is final. Nothing can be added to it or taken from it. God’s purpose is that people should fear him. 15 What is happening now has happened before, and what will happen in the future has happened before, because God makes the same things happen over and over again.


The Swinging of the Gate

Each day at the opening of the gate
I awake
Each new day at the closing of the gate
I take a nightly break
But in between I’m running to and fro
So many places I must go
So many things I feel I must do
Will I ever get through
Off to school
Off to work
Pushing harder, never shirk
With the bell, I’m off and running
Use my strength, use my cunning
Till at day’s end the gate starts closing
And I’m again gently dosing
Until tomorrow comes again
And that gate swings open and I began
To anticipate this day’s end
Until that gate swings once again

There is a gate though that many dread
When at last they are dead
The final swinging of that gate
Will it find them in some blissful state
Or in some hellish oven wait
Only time will reveal they’re fate
In Christ alone I anticipate

©2017 by William Pierce


Father,

It seems that we are always running, always pushing, but there is a rest. There is a place where we can stop and find peace. That place is in You. Be with us today. Fill us with Your Holy Spirit and make us anew. We will swing through the gates of life anticipating meeting You around every corner. That is the hope in life. That is all we really need.

Thank You, Lord for everything great and small. Amen.

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