Monthly Archives: October 2012

The real prison cell

Jesus said He came to set the prisoner free
But is that only prisoners who sit behind bars ?,
For many are not prisoners and yet they cannot see
It’s like they’re in a cell and cannot see the stars.

And yet I have known prisoners who are locked in a cell
And know within the grace of Jesus Christ,
They have no fear of sin and have no fear of hell
For they know and experience Who is life.

A prisoner is not one who is locked up every night
But one who is in bondage to himself,
A prisoner depends really on who you are within
For that determines the bars and the cell.

Twentie-third Saum

A Scots owresettin o Dauvid’s Saum

John Moir

Wha is my shepherd weel I ken,
The Lord Himsel’ is he;
He leeds me whaur the girse is green
An’ burnies quaet that be.

Aft times I fain astray wad gang
An’ wann’r far awa’;
He fin’s me oot, He pits me richt,
An brings me hame an’ a’.

Tho’ I pass through the gruesome cleugh,
Fin’ I ken He is near;
His muckle crook will me defen’,
Sae I ha’e nocht to fear.

Ilk comfort whilk a sheep could need,
His thochtfu’ care provides;
Tho’ wolves an’ dogs may prowl aboot,
In safety me he hides.

His guidness an’ His mercy baith
Nae doot will bide wi’ me
while faulded on the fields o’ time,
Or o’ eternity.

Now I can define who you are

Jesus said to Peter “who do you they say I am ?”
Peter said “some say you’re Jeremiah,
Some say you’re John the Baptist,
Some say you’re just a carpenter,
Other say that You are the prophet Elijah”.

Jesus said to Peter “but who do you say I am ?”
He replied from knowledge not received by works,
He said “you are the Christ,
The Son of the Living God”,
Jesus said “now I can build my church”.

Jesus said to Peter “now you’ve got this revelation
Now you know the place where life starts,
You see just who I AM,
So now I call your name
And now I can define just who you are.

Jesus says to us now “this is who you are
Change your mind to these things that you see,
You are accepted and a son,
And a brand new creation,
Righteous and you are complete in me”.


Matthew 16:13 “Who do men say that the Son of Man is? 14 And they said, Some, indeed, John the Baptizer, but others, Elijah, and still others, Jeremiah, or one of the prophets. 15 He says to them, But as for you, who do you say that I am? 16 And answering, Simon Peter said, As for you, you are the Christ, the Son of God, the living God. 17 And answering, Jesus said to him, Spiritually prosperous are you, Simon Barjona, because flesh and blood did not reveal this to you but my Father who is in heaven. 18 Moreover, as for myself, I also am saying to you, You are Rock [ petros, masculine in gender, a detached but large fragment of rock], and upon this massive rock [ petra, feminine in gender, feminine demonstrative pronoun cannot go back to masculine petros; petra, a rocky peak, a massive rock] I will build my Church. And the councils of the unseen world shall not overpower it.”
(Wuest version)

The butcher & the Shepherd

The voice of the butcher says “you are always wrong”
The voice of the Shepherd says “you belong”.

The voice of the butcher says “you do no right”
The voice of the Shepherd says “you ARE right”.

The butcher’s voice is never concise
The Shepherd’s voice is always precise.

The buther’s voice is always a driver
The Shepherd’s voice is always a guider.

The buther’s voice puts burdens on your back
The Shepherd’s voice will always cut you some slack.

The butcher’s condemnation will never cease
The Shepherd’s grace only gives you peace.

The butcher will always point you to law
The Shepherd shows you there is no war.

The butcher is the devil, the flesh and the world
The Shepherd is Jesus who is the way & the road.

The butcher

Now therefore, why do you test God by putting a yoke on the neck of the disciples which neither our fathers nor we were able to bear? (Acts 15:10 NKJV)

Therefore whatever they tell you to observe, that observe and do, but do not do according to their works; for they say, and do not do. For they bind heavy burdens, hard to bear, and lay them on mens shoulders; but they themselves will not move them with one of their fingers. Blind guides, who strain out a gnat and swallow a camel! Serpents, brood of vipers! How can you escape the condemnation of hell? (Matthew 23:3, 4, 24, 33 NKJV)

The Shepherd.

John 16 12-15 “But when the Friend comes, the Spirit of the Truth, he will take you by the hand and guide you into all the truth there is. He won’t draw attention to himself, but will make sense out of what is about to happen and, indeed, out of all that I have done and said. He will honor me; he will take from me and deliver it to you. Everything the Father has is also mine. That is why I’ve said, ‘He takes from me and delivers to you.’ (Message)

Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light. (Matthew 11:29, 30 NKJV)

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The great tribulation

The great Tribulation is not 7 years 
Or a period of time in the future,
The pressure to conform is already here
Its not here later but sooner.

Seeing things through dispensational eyes
Closes your eyes to “the now”,
Reduces your love for evangelism
So you take your hand off the plough.

For 2,000 years believers are martyred
And persecuted for their faith,
How could they not be in tribulation 
Just cos they are in the age of grace ?

We’ll never bring the Kingdom of God
To everything in Earth that you see,
It’s an invisible Kingdom that is within
The invisible truth sets you free.

“Where are you ?”

“Where are you ?” God cried out as Adam tried to run.

“Where are you ?” Jesus cried out to His Father who spurned His Son.

“Where are you ?” the Hound of heaven cries He’ll always pursue.

Divine Grace never gives up the hunt as He cries “where are you ?”,

A short account of history

Adam sinned

Noah floated
Abraham winned
Pharoah gloated.
 
Joseph forgave
Brothers sighed
Israel saved 
Red Sea divides.
 
Commandments stoned
Calf of gold
The people moaned
Innocence sold.
 
Jordan won
Rahab hidden
Jericho done
Joshua leadin’.
 
Judges ruled
Kings reigned
Goliath fooled
Solomon waned.
 
Israel captured
Babylon violent
Remnant raptured
Nehemiah not silent.
 
Psalms written
Poetry singing 
Wisdom given
Prophets speaking.
 
 
 
Jesus born
Everything changed
Veil torn
Sin feigned
Crucifixion horror
Finished work
Resurrection restorer
Birth of the church.
 
 
 
Spirit outpoured
New coventant sealed
Living way
People healed.
 
Darkness creeping
Spirit lost
Truth seeping
Nicolaitan boss.
 
Reformation spring
Baptism regained
Kingdom brings…
Victory reclaimed.

Mountie in Glasgow (True story)

A man from the Canadian Mounties 

Joined the Strathclyde police,
Seconded to tame the gangs
Of the inner Glasgow streets.
 
But on one sunny day
In Southern Lanarkshire,
A horse escaped from its stable
To bring some local fear.
 
So they called our Canadian pal
To see how he rides a horse,
And if he could tame the stallion
In the style of the Canadian force.
 
As he approached the GG
It let the man sit on its back,
Who bragged to his uniformed pals
“See I ain’t no Mountie hack”.
 
But slowly creeping behind 
Sergeant Jock gave the horse a wack,
The horse responded in kind
And bolted with its rider bear back.
 
To the shock of our Mountie friend
Being scared he’ll hit the deck,
Grabbed the horse real tight
With sleeper hold around its neck.
 
But the horse just panicked more
And ran as fast as it could,
With the pride of the mounted police
‘Round it’s neck straight into the wood.
 
So the rest of the police on duty
followed the horse and its jockey,
Laughing and running so hard
Thinking of jokes that could mock him.
 
They eventually found the horse
Without our Mountie friend,
For the horse threw off Canadian pride
When their run had come to and end.
 
Now if you ask our Mountie friend
“Do you ride horses anymore”,
He’ll smile and wink as he tells you
“I’ve never ridden a horse before”.
 
 
 
Note : this is a true story. A Strathclyde (Glasgow) policeman told me so it must be true
 
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“The sad” (The Facebook entry)

The Facebook entry tells a story…
“This world makes me sad”,
The number of “likes” it got
Shows the comment had some fans.

It came from a girl I once knew
She grew up in the youth group,
She never listened to a thing I said
Choosing not to stay in God’s loop.

For if our focus is this earthly kingdom
Our focus is off The Lord,
We then focus on the good and bad
The flesh always keeps you bored.

So then you look for things external
To make you feel fulfilled,
They then trap you into itself
Then you end up being the fool.

But if we focus on the Kingdom of God
We’ve righteousness peace and joy,
We have a focus besides “the sad”
And a life we can enjoy.

Even though we live in “the sad” 
“The sad” doesn’t live in me,
Being spiritual takes me out of that
Cos it’s the Kingdom of God that I see.

“Don’t move” (my bank robberies)

On an average summer day
Under a turquoise Sydney sky,
I was a new parent and bank teller
When I saw a bearded guy.

At three minutes to five
Pointed a hand held gun,
At my stomach across the counter
I thought my life was done.

“Put the money in the bag”
He said through nervous teeth,
I just did as I was told
To reduce the tension and grief.

 

But that was not as bad
When I was sitting at my desk
When a double barrel sawn off
Was pointed at my chest.

As his metal power trip
Was moved up to my head,
He said if I ever move
“This pretty dog is dead”.

But his hands were but steady
He had done all this before,
I thought of my wife and child
And if this cowboy’s quick on the draw.

 

But then about a year later
An accountant at Hurstville branch,
Two men and a single sawn off
Speaking in unrefined French.

Pointed it at my head
As the female staff lost control,
Of their bladders and their senses
An innocence forever lost.

I thought about my family
How will they live without my pay,
While my brains are sprayed on the wall
At least with God, I am OK.

 

I have a dream once a year
I wake up after I’m shot,
But they may have yelled “don’t move”
I’ve won because I’ve moved on.

 

Note : As a former banker (1979-1994), I was in 3 stick ups.

1. This was a hand gun/revolver at my stomach in about 1986.

2. Double barrel sawn off shot gun at my head in 1987. If I moved, the “pretty little dog gets it first”. The “pretty little dog” was a 21 year old teller named Lara Pentland. I nice girl saving for a car who lost her nerve and dignity. I dare not move for her sake, but also I thought about how my new born child would be bought up without a father, and my wife would live without a husband. But at least my super was paid up and she would get a small payout.

3. 1989 at Hurstville in Sydney, a single barrel sawn off at my head from a 19 year old shaking hand. He was obviously coming off heroin. I hope I doesn’t hurt as my brains are about to be splattered on the wall.

It was an era before CCTV and banks were fair game.

I’m glad I knew my eternal security was assured in those 3 events.