Sunday, 24 July 2016

New poem: You are not your sin

If you are a christian,
my friend, this is true,
no matter the place you are in.
Whatever your feelings,
whatever you've done,
my friend, you are not your sin.

Sometimes, there are big things
you do and you feel
they become what defines you within.
Yet, though they may hurt,
and you feel covered with dirt,
my friend, you are not your sin.

Other times, it might be
the frequent but small
where bad habits are gradually worn in.
But, although you keep making
the same old mistakes,
my friend, you are still not your sin.

The big and the small,
when he died on cross,
your slate was wiped clean from then in
and though you still stumble
and still let him down,
my friend, you are not your sin.

You see, you are not now
your original self,
That old person's no longer your kin.
His is the image
the father now sees
For, my friend, you are not your sin.

And, my friend, what an image
the Father now sees
when he looks at you deeply within.
For, in place of your stain
and your darkness and shame
Jesus' sacrifice covers your sin!

Like the brightest of stars,
far outshining our sun
His beauty shines hot, pure and clean
and its light burns the shadow
that darkened your heart
for, my friend, you're no longer your sin.

And yes, we must live with consequences in life
Due to that choice that we made when we sinned
But he's brought you out fron that and he's made a way through
And my friend, you're longer that sin.

He looks on you now
as his family, his child,
fully loved and forgiven in him.
So, when next the devil accuses you, friend,
Remember and tell him
That he does not own you,
The chains what once bound you
They no longer hold you
And though you may falter
His grace holds on to you.
So, no matter the place you are in,
My friend, you are not your sin!

Sunday, 3 July 2016

He loves you

He loves you

My friend, I wonder how you see God
Do you think above all and everything you've done
That you are loved and cherished dear
That you are someone's beloved one
Well let me tell you pure and simple
And let this plan truth blow you away
The God who made the universe
Calls you his most beloved child today.
Do you feel like Ruth, my friend,
A gentile waif, displaced, lost and bereaved 
Waiting on the threshing floor in faith
Because a simple promise she believed
But remember the ending to the story
Her father looked down on her with love
We may have once not known him
But he redeemed her through his love.
Maybe you feel you're like the woman
Who drew water at midday from Samaria's well
Shunned by so many around her, you see
As her life choices had made we despised and ashamed
Nobody looked on her with love, fondly
Yet in steps our Jesus who moves to the heart
And as she admits all the sin and her shame
He calls her his own, says her history's behind her
And names her his beloved, the most precious of names.
Maybe you're like Peter who, in the heat of the moment
Chose to disown Jesus and just run away
And with shame he looked on as his saviour died
In all things, I'd imagine he felt he'd lost his way.
Yet, when Jesus appeared on a beach near his friends
And they gathered to eat as family once more
He treated this man as his brother and friend
Forgiving love was the language Jesus used to restore.
Maybe you feel like Eve or Adam,
One great mistake, it's all over
One bite and you're kicked out
No hope of return
That angel stands guard with a flaming sword
And apology you make you feel would simply be spurned.
Yet here is the God who held true to his promise
That the sin in the garden would one day be broken
And, in the greatest of love, stepped down into the world
And took our stain on Him, that we'd be forever forgiven.
So if you are wondering or unsure today
Whether this Jesus looks on you with a slither of love
Know fully in each day this bright, burning truth
Of our Father who stands both with you and above.
That his choice to die for you that day 
Was a choice that holds for you in all that you've done and you'll do
This Jesus, our saviour, in each and every thing
Looks upon you, looks to you, looks in you then at you and says with a voice that spoke life to the world
That rose Lazarus to life
And caused a rainbow to unfurl
With a voice that speaks life and truth in every word, whether many or few,
He would say three words you're to always remember:
I love you.

 

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