Contemplations

God appeared to King Solomon, Within a dream at night. He said He’d grant him any wish, Whether riches, power or might. Solomon’s answer was instant; It was not of himself that he thought. He wanted to rule his people well, So wisdom was all he sought. Solomon’s wish was granted, For God was pleased indeed. He gave him riches and power, too, And wisdom no one could exceed. Two women came to him one day, To speak with him face to face. They were having an argument, And asked him to judge their case. The women had each bore a baby, Then one night while they were asleep, The one rolled over on hers, For she was sleeping so deep. She later switched the two children, When she found her baby was dead. But the real mother knew the child she bore, Was not the one in her bed. After hearing each woman’s story, Solomon knew just what to do. He asked that a sword be brought to him, So the child could be cut in two. Since t

THE GREATEST P AIN OF ALL (Based on Psalm 22:14-18) A pack of villains lay me on a cross,   Though the beatings have taken their toll. They drive a nail through each hand and my feet, Lift the cross and drop it in a hole. My blood pours out like water, While people gloat and point. The weight of my body pulls me apart, ‘Til my bones are out of joint. My mouth is chapped and swollen, I have never felt such thirst. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, While with other men’s tongues I am cursed. Wild, hungry dogs surround me, Drawn by my blood’s appeal. They wait for my body to drop, So they can have their next meal. I can count all of my bones, For they are on display. But no matter how much I suffer, This is the price I must pay. My clothes are divided among them; They try to humiliate me. They cast lots for my outer garment. I’m exposed for the world to see. My heart is weak and aching, Under the weight of man’s sin, Fo

He loved and treated his bride with devotion, It was she he chose to adore. He gave her many precious gifts; How could she want for more? He served her bread and wine; She took them without a thought. He paid the greatest price for them; It was for her they were bought. But she was wooed by others; To their charms she was often seduced. Her groom chose to forgive her; Though to shame he was reduced. He knew that his bride was unfaithful, Yet, for her he was crucified. No greater love has any man; For his bride, the church, Christ died. Becky Wall

ROCK AND ROLL WITH JESUS The words of the music you listen to, In your life will become a part; The words will follow a natural course: From your ears to your mind and heart. If a Christian song is on your lips, With its message your each day starts, The Spirit will move with the music, But not to the beat--He moves hearts. When Satan is the ghostwriter, And the lyrics mock the Good News, Your life will start to mimic the words, And your soul will be singing the blues. If Godly music sounds foolish; Other songs you would rather croon, When heaven’s chorus sings on Judgment Day, You’ll for sure sing a different tune. So rock and roll with Jesus; Don’t let Satan steal the whole show. If your foot is set on His solid rock, Then your name is on heaven’s roll. Becky Wall

  SONRISE (Based on Matt. 27:45-28:6 & I Cor. 15:54) Jesus had been crucified, Darkness filled the earth, Three days thence it trembled, The earth was giving birth. An angel rolled the stone away,    Sonlight filled the skies, Prophecies were now fulfilled, Finally came Sonrise. Death no longer masters us, The victory has been won. Mourning turned to morning, With the rising of the Son. Becky Overturf Wall

THE POUNDING OF THE NAILS Sunday morning rolled around, And I was half asleep, Unconcerned what day it was, ‘Til something made me weep. The crucifixion story, Came to life that day; I witnessed in my mind’s eye, The price Christ had to pay. They laid Him down upon a cross, His clothes already stripped, A crown of thorns upon His head, And stripes where He was whipped. Then I heard an awful sound, Along with Mary’s wails; The sound that changed my life, Was the pounding of the nails. Church means so much more to me, For when I miss I find, The pounding of the nails, Echoes through my mind. Becky Wall

(Daniel 4) THE KING WHO GRAZED ON GRASS     While Daniel was captive in Babylon Nebudchanezzar was the king. He oppressed the poor and exalted himself, But God saw him worth teaching. One day the king had a vivid dream, While he was rich and content. The dream he had made him fearful; He didn’t know what it meant. So he called together his “wise” men, That consisted of magicians and enchanters. The crowd of “wise” men also included, Astrologers and diviners. But none could interpret the dream, Then Daniel entered his presence. The king remembered Daniel’s God, And no mystery could master His brilliance. Daniel was to tell details of the dream, Though its meaning left him spent. Though Daniel was afraid to respond, The king asked what the dream meant. Daniel at first was puzzled, And his thoughts terrified him. He knew his reply might trouble the king, So he was feeling grim. The king told Daniel to have no fear, If

(Daniel 5) King Belshazzar gave a banquet, For a thousand nobles and his harem. They toasted their gods with goblets of gold, From God’s temple in Jerusalem. They praised the gods of silver and gold, As they all drank their fine wine. While praising gods of bronze, wood and iron, God’s vessels they would malign. There in the royal palace, On a wall near the lampstand, They couldn’t believe their eyes; There appeared the fingers of a hand. The king watched the hand as it wrote; His face turned deathly pale. He was so afraid his knees knocked together, And his legs began to fail. Enchanters, astrologers and diviners; The king called his “wise” men to him. The one who could translate the writing, Would be third ruler over them. But none of the “wise” men could read it, So the king turned the color of cream. The queen reminded him of Daniel, And how he had solv