Saturday, July 31, 2010

Help Me Lord


On this earth I want to finish well. This poem is about this desire.


Lord I'm thankful for your lessons, even though it's hard,
I know your making sure, that it's self I discard.
Your always showing me, how to die to self,
and to not hold on to here, but to seek eternal wealth.(Matthew 6-19-21)
Everything I see, will come and go,
it's how I lived my life, is what I know I'll have to show.
How I spend my life, everyday, is the story I'll have to bring,
on judgment day. (2 Corinthians 5:6-10)
Will you be disappointed, or will you be proud,
will you be ashamed of me, when you come down on the cloud. (Luke 9:26)
I know by faith in you, and by turning from my sins,
that when I die, eternal life with you begins. (Ephesians 2:8-9)
But on this earth, before I leave,
I want to try really hard, not to make you grieve.
Nothing in my life, I want allowed,
that would cause you displeasure, that would make you not proud.
I know I'm sealed, for the day of redemption, (Ephesians 4:30-32)
but please lead me not, into temptation. (Matthew 26:41)
Will you help my faith, and have my worries eased, (Mark 9:23-24,Matthew 6:25, 1 Peter 5:7)
because if I shrink back, I know you won't be pleased. (Hebrews 10:38)
Whatever was my profit, I now consider loss, (Philippians 3:7-8)
all I want is you, and to take up my cross. (Luke 9:23-25)
I need your help, from now until my death,
will you help me finish well, till I take my last breath. (Jude 1:24-25)

2 Corinthians 5:6-10
[6] Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: [7] (For we walk by faith, not by sight:) [8] We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord. [9] Wherefore we labour, that, whether present or absent, we may be accepted of him. [10] For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad.

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