One of my favorite poems

Oh, could I tell ye surely would believe it!

Oh, could I only say what I have seen!

How should I tell, or how can ye receive it,

How, till He bringeth you where I have been?

Therefore, O Lord, I will not fail nor falter; 

Nay but I ask it, nay but I desire,

Lay on my lips thine embers of the altar,

Seal with the ring, and furnish with the fire.

Give me a voice, a cry, and a complaining,-

Oh, let my sound be stormy in their ears!

Throat that would shout, but cannot stay for straining,

Eyes that would weep, but cannot wait for tears.

Quick, in a moment, infinite forever,

Send an arousal better than I pray; 

Give me a grace upon the faint endeavor,

Souls for my hire, and Pentecost to-day!

Scarcely I catch the words of His revealing, 

Hardly I hear Him, dimly understood;

Only the Power that is within my pealing

Lives on my lip, and beckons with my hand.

Whoso has felt the Spirit of the Highest, 

Cannot confound, nor doubt Him, nor deny;

Yea, with one voice, O world, though thou deniest, 

Stand thou on that side, for on this am I.

This is one of my most cherished poems. I could not say it better. Hope you all enjoy it as well. 

Romans 10:1

Real living

    Whatever happened to the idea of sacred honor, unvarnished nobility and unwavering allegiance to the king.  What happened to the quake in my boots fear of God? The laid all on the line commitment to the cause of Christ? The if I die if I must attitude toward defending truth and scripture? Where did the radical abandon to seek and save the lost disappear too? Or the once glorious idea of martyrdom? Or how bout the burning mead to stand against evil? To break the jaws of the wicked and hold it to ransomed the oppressed, the orphan the widow and the enslaved? Where is the Holy boldness the courage the daring needed to bear the truth of Christ in this God forsaken culture? 

   The brave hearted Gospel is gritty living. The stuff of martyrs and saints its bravado needs brains. Its tan like fist needs poet like heart. Its forehead aflint needs tender love inspired soul. Rather it is historical living writ straight from the pages of scripture made incarnate in the lives of the disciples of Jesus in the 21st century. The brave-hearted Gospel isn’t soft with sin and its not hard on sinners but rather it is the giving up of everything to see sin trumped and the sinner rescued.  The brave hearted Gospel is pure adventure  a life of nuclear joy and hollowed exctasy. 

   This has inspired me in recent times. What a war cry!  How far I fall from the mark. It is a high calling. Yet it has inspired me to be unashamed to stand up no matter what.