Season 4, Episode 1, Dave's Fav's

31, 4-1 SHOW NOTES & COPYRIGHTS (proposed date 11/24/2021)

Today we are turning the show over to Dave. He will be choosing the poems to be read and lead the follow up discussion. This is definitely an act of faith on my part. We’ll see how good I am at reading without any practice. We all know how it is when I have had time to practice.

Soooooo, Dave, what do you have to start the podcast?

GOD’S RHYME (last stanza)

I’ve seen God

how odd He seems

in faces I meet

as life races by

I pick up my feet

from the burning street

& see a smile

from a simple child

picking a wild flower

an hour is not measured by minutes

for a while is time

& the simple oddity in life

Is God’s rhyme

GOD IN A BOX (a song)

Would you put God in a box, one with a lock?

Hopefully not, especially one to which you could lose the key.

If you were to have the key to the Kingdom

In your hand, would you lock the box , set it aside, just let it be?

A lonely woman needs to pray, pray in the way,

The way she was raised, with the sign of the cross to begin her plea.

A choir sings Hallelujah with hands upraised,

Their voices dancing with joy as they praise the one God almighty.

Refrain

Jesus, the Son of God, He has set us free dying on that tree,

Dying for you, dying for me, unlocking our hearts from sinful ways.

God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, all three

With the salvation of the cross, in His way, He picks up the strays.

The story of an unkempt man comes to life

As he enters the church looking for comfort from a loving God.

He knows of salvation, do we judge his strife?

Just who has the right, those who would judge or those we judge to be odd?

I speak in tongues and I pray thru misery,

God speaks to me thru the Bible, and He speaks to me thru prayer,

And to me I hear his voice in the journey,

He speaks from the open box so that we all can hear, all can share.

Refrain

Jesus, the Son of God, He has set us free dying on that tree,

Dying for you, dying for me, unlocking our hearts from sinful ways.

God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, all three,

With the salvation of the cross, in His way, He picks up the strays.

What church does God belong to, where does He go?

On Sunday morning, will we find His Spirit dwelling within us?

Or will we find somehow that we do not know

Where He is, why He is, or how He is because of all our fuss?

Do we put God in a box, a box with a lock,

Thinking that He only works in ways with which we are comfortable?

How many must He be trying to unlock?

Created in his image, together we sit at His table.

Refrain

Jesus, the Son of God, He has set us free dying on that tree,

Dying for you, dying for me, unlocking our hearts from sinful ways.

God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, all three,

With the salvation of the cross, in His way, He picks up the strays

How wonderful that He sees us and accepts us,

Each one of us diff’rent, our needs, our gifts, our strengths, our weaknesses.

And He knows just how to mold and shape our trust

By our faith in Him, the all loving Father, accepting of all.

GOD IN A BOX (continued)

So open that box and let God be for you

And for me, the Father of our Savior, who rescued you and me.

Who are we to say what and how He can do

Or how allows us to pray or sing our praise and let the world see?

Refrain

Jesus, the Son of God, He has set us free dying on that tree,

Dying for you, dying for me, unlocking our hearts from sinful ways.

God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, all three,

With the salvation of the cross in His way He picks up the strays.

THE EVERY MAN

Is that me sitting in the pew?

Is that you on bended knee?

Those few I see, they are we.

Waiting, do I hear of Your Good News?

The every man is everywhere;

he’s rich, he’s poor,

he’s at the door,

never knowing what is there.

What is there for him?

He may sing a hymn,

he may recite a psalm,

he may appear calm.

But the inside

and the outside

don’t always meet

while in the seat.

Oh yes, he hears.

And like you

he has fears,

unknown to him,

that salvation was won

but the race we must run.

He may hear the spoken Word,

he may hear the sermon,

he may hear the children,

but what has he heard?

Then he is home again

not thinking of sin.

He is thinking of gain

of winning the game.

Years of fears,

fears and tears

of hiding, not confiding;

one cannot find when one is blind.

It was me, was it you?

There are more than a few

who occupy the pew

and have not a clue.

There is clutter

and people mutter

words without meaning,

but with a definite leaning.

So the every man

sits and prays,

does what he can

but never stays.

Never stays because

he has not heard of Jesus’ love,

and how He died

that every man might survive.

He is there every day, including Sunday,

needing someone to reach out and touch,

a tap on the shoulder that reaches his soul,

so that for salvation he does pray.

We need him as much as he needs us.

By reaching out he makes us stronger.

By showing him the faithful love of Jesus

his journey becomes shorter, not longer.

Sitting in a pew,

more than a few.

What do we do,

are we still the few?

GHOST WRITER

A man sits, he thinks, he writes.

He knows his thoughts are true.

Words are written of wrongs and rights,

Thoughts that are old and new.

And on modern day scrolls

The words are thoughtfully read

As reams of words unroll,

Food for thought, the mind is fed.

Who is this man with his words?

How can he ever know

That what his mind last heard

Are the seeds he should sow?

Seeds, we must clear the weeds.

Deeds, to help those with needs.

Writing, a way of righting

Wrongs, where there are no songs.

So he writes that he may plant

Seeds of much more than thoughts,

An upright life without slant,

Standing for what we ought.

Ask, what makes him so wise,

Thinking that somehow he knows,

That he can hear their cries,

That he even knows their lows.

Because he has lived the bad,

And soared with the eagles,

Now giving up what he had.

With the King lives regal.

Pray, for the right words to say.

Stay, follow Him every day.

Ghost, who has seen Heaven’s host.

Boast, it is He that gives the most.

In the words of King James,

With Godly inspiration,

One in three, all the same

The Holy Ghost gives to thee.

OUR LIGHT IN THIS WORLD

The sun is falling

Giving ways to the stars

Someone is calling

Asking for what is ours

Beware

Take care

There is One

Our God’s Son

Who does us save

From this earth’s grave

A light unto us

Our Savior Jesus

Though the sun will set

And the rain will wet

The life around us

There need be no fuss

Jesus, our light

Live in His might

Overcoming all

We shall never fall

tcarter, 2/15/2021 (written on cell phone notes app)

MY FEETS MATCH MY SHOES

I’ve got them my feets match my shoes,

I’m hurtin’ blues.

I have holes

in the souls

of my shoes.

now my white sox

match my brown shoes.

they also have holes

where the souls of my feet

meet the heat

of the city street.

OUR BEGINNING OF FOREVER

The Christmas story

tells of God’s glory.

It is a story of a gift,

a story of his grace,

of his loving embrace.

The words

have been heard,

our hearts stirred

by a star

and shepherds,

the three kings

and a child’s birth,

who we are

through his words,

voices that sing

throughout the earth.

The Holiday Season

leading to a holy day,

we are the reason

for the ransom he did pay.

The birth of our salvation

in this baby Jesus.

In a world of starvation,

believing, he feeds us.

Do we deserve joy,

the birth of this baby boy?

Yes, if we have believed

and have not been deceived.

Yes, through God’s grace

we feel his embrace.

The Alpha and the Omega,

the beginning and the end,

Just as he was with God before time.

we can be with Jesus beyond the end.

Through his birth we can be born again.

Through his death we are forgiven.

And through his resurrection

We are a new creation.

Wherever you are in your race

accept the gift of God’s grace.

May God’s blessings be with

you this Christmas season.

May your New Year be filled

with God’s rhymes.

Reflection on The Beginning of Forever

This was our 2015 Christmas card. Three previous years are in “God’s Rhyme” titled “The Christmas Progression.”

2 from God Still Rhymes, the Chapter titled Rhymes Without Verses

TRADITION

The only tradition we should honor is the love of God for us. Forever loving us even as we honored other traditions in our adultery. Sending his son, his saving grace. Mighty to save, his tradition throughout all of history is the tradition of sacrifice completed by the last necessary sacrifice, the fully spotless Lamb of God, his son Jesus. His love for his children continues on into eternity. No longer orphans, through the tradition of his love we are forever children of God, the only tradition we need. We only need to believe, accept and live it.

No we don’t need the traditions of man, just the tradition God has given to man.

GOD HATES SIN

God hates sin but loves the sinner. So we must also love ourselves. There is no judgement to be made by those who live in sin. We would have to judge ourselves. I’ll leave the judgement to God. I’ll enjoy the satisfaction of his love over the dissatisfaction of his judgement.

In us he builds a temple, why would we destroy it?

If you give

Him the times

As you live

And we’ll leave you with this: “We are the Kings kids and you will never get rid of us because we are His with Jesus.” ©

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