The Gateway

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The narrow gate leads
Away from the ease of home
To glories unknown

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“Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many (Matthew 7:13). 

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Magnificent

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There is nothing more beautiful
Than the Great and Mysterious
Revealed a little at a time
To our sinful, finite minds
And we see Him as Magnificent

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Who is like you, O LORD, among the gods?
Who is like you, majestic in holiness,
awesome in glorious deeds, doing wonders?
Exodus 15:11

My Heart Overflows

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My heart overflows with a joyful theme
I address these verses to Christ my King
Each thought rushing to an inviting stream
Joining others pouring out prayers and praise
Tears voicing words we’re all trying to say
Rolling whispers shouting mercy and grace

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My heart overflows with a pleasing theme;
I address my verses to the king;
my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe.
(Psalm 45:1 ESV)

 

Until That Day

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I know the One I have believed
His grace was entrusted to me
He will guard it until that day

Because He suffered in my place
I will be bold and unashamed
I will serve Him until that day

For I will never be the same
I have His Spirit and His name
He will guide me until that day

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Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord, nor of me his prisoner, but share in suffering for the gospel by the power of God, who saved us and called us to a holy calling, not because of our works but because of his own purpose and grace, which he gave us in Christ Jesus before the ages began, and which now has been manifested through the appearing of our Savior Christ Jesus, who abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel, for which I was appointed a preacher and apostle and teacher, which is why I suffer as I do. But I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed, and I am convinced that he is able to guard until that day what has been entrusted to me.
(2 Timothy 1:8-12 ESV)

It Should Have Been Me

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It should have been me
Crushed for my iniquity
While I was an enemy
It should have been me
Despised and rejected
Smitten and afflicted
It should have been me
Broken and spilled out
God’s wrath poured out
It should have been me

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He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he has borne our griefs

and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
(Isaiah 53:4-5 ESV)

Streams of Imagination

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The darkened clouds build and rise quickly and quietly, the rain gathers and gently drops, the waters combine, gather more and more speed and flow toward their destination.

Childhood streams of imagination become adolescent rivers flooded by adult responsibilities and rush on to repositories of wisdom.

A great lake begun by glacial dreams, created by life experiences, unique storms, and glorious memories reveals vivid colors of bluish green, brownish gray, or golden hues depending on the time of day.

Deep and beautiful to behold, birds soar and sing above it, puffy clouds form objects in the sky, and fish leap toward them and splash back down – rippling the water.

All along the shore gnarled weathered trees with strong needles and leaves watch with folded arms as they stand on their deep roots.

The water reflects the past while revealing the future as children laugh and play with rocks, sticks and sand among the sprawling roots and sloping banks – their voices excited and full of wonder.

The sun begins to set, yet lingers long in amusement at the converging streams of imagination, then stops, smiles and winks.

 

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