Wednesday, June 12, 2013

To Practice What We Know

This poem was given to me a couple years back...
 
I read a book of riding a bike,
Until I tried, what was it like?
I saw a show about driving a car,
Until I tried I got not far.
 
I watched an athlete run with a ball
After years of practice he did not fall.
I now read of Christ and what do I see
A man who is creating a path for me.
 
 
Not just to study, nor sit back and admire.
But to follow to God is where I aspire.
We don't just recline and marvel His way,
We are called to begin the journey today.
 
For now is the time for undying love,
Our Father is waiting in heaven above.
Jesus has shown us the depth with the gift of truth,
True love is a victim that must be pursued.
 
He gave all He had while with us on earth.
The joy of His journey started with birth.
Each new day is a rebirth for us in Him,
To let His Holy Spirit cleanse us from sin.
 
Because He always knew how His travels would end,
And not a soul on earth, neither foe nor friend,
Could keep Him from returning the love of His Father,
And in His life, that is all that mattered.
 
Seek and you shall find are words to live by,
But your eyes must be focused on our Father on high.
For the world is not worthy of seeking in it,
With our Father, is where our good Jesus sits.
 
With thanksgiving and love these words are shared,
And with humble hearts, our souls are spared.
I offer to God, my deepest desires
And I offer to you, where my heart aspires.
 

 
To just read the book is as much a shame,
As just sitting back and watching the game.
We have lives to live in the way of the Lord,
And with you my brothers is its own reward.
 
Thank the heavens above for God's presence on earth,
Let us begin each day, as our Christ did from birth.
May this sharing be simple and easy to see,
God's greatest gift is love…for eternity.
 
May we practice what we know, and do as He says,
And His love eternal will follow all of our days.
 
In the most holy names of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.

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