HARVEST TIME

HARVEST  TIME

(Based on Matt. 13:3-7, 18-29)

A sower planted the gospel seed,

In the minds of several men.

When his work was done, he waited,

To see what would happen then.

The seed in the mind of the first man,

Was eaten by a bird.

The buzzard’s name was Satan,

And the seed he ate was God’s Word.

The seed in the mind of the second man,

Sprouted, but soon was dead.

No wonder the gospel seed withered;

For the man had rocks in his head.

The seed in the mind of the third man,

Also began to sprout,

But troubles and trials came on him,

And the seed was choked by doubt.

On that day when the reaper comes,

Will fruit be on my vine?

Or will I be treated like chaff?

Which harvest will be mine?

Becky Wall

THE COLOR OF LOVE

THE COLOR OF LOVE

That yellow-bellied snake in Eden,

A green-eyed monster became.

The blackness of sin came to the world,

Through Satan, the serpent’s name.

Sin-blackened hearts only make us blue,

So hate sin with a purple passion.

If you want your heart to be tickled pink,

Remember, Christ offers full salvation.

A colorful arch in the sky,

Reminds us the whole earth won’t flood.

Our sins are now drowned in a crimson sea;

When they’re baptized into Christ’s blood.

To make our hearts as white as snow,

Christ came from heaven above,

To bear our stripes and shed His blood;

That’s why red is the color of love.

Now we can enter those pearly gates,

To a jeweled mansion, I’m told.

And while angels strum upon their harps,

We’ll walk on streets of gold.

Becky Wall

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HOW TO SOLVE ANY PROBLEM

(Based on Isaiah 41 and 47)

Problems come in all sizes;

There are many different kinds.

Some of them are obvious;

Others are all in our minds.

But when a problem does arise,

Making your stomach churn,

To whom do you turn for your answers?

To which god will you turn?

Will you rush to speak to a sorcerer,

Or rely on a witch’s spell?

Will you look to Satan’s black magic,

To insure that all will end well?

You may prefer astrology,

Or your psychic friend on the phone,

But your ultimate fate can only be told,

By Christ at His judgment throne.

You can turn to your earthly idols,

To lessen the pain in your heart,

But they may bring more problems,

And split your family apart.

To force a solution with terror,

Is many a person’s quest.

They look for an easy answer;

They care not what is best.

And it doesn’t help to worry,

When looking for a solution.

Use prayer, patience, and faith,

For God is the resolution.

Becky Wall

SONRISE

(Based on Matt. 27:45-28:6 & I Cor. 15:54)

SONRISE

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 Wall

JESUS IS BETRAYED BY A FRIEND: KISS OF JUDAS, KISS OF DEATH

KISS OF JUDAS, KISS OF DEATH

God had devised a Master plan,

And the end was about to start.

He sent His Son to earth to die,

And Judas would play a part.

Treasurer to the twelve,

Is the position he was given.

When Christ gave Judas this task,

He knew by money he was driven.

His love for money filled his heart,

And every time he stole,

Satan would get a piece of him,

‘Til he finally had his soul.

For Satan also had a plan,

In which Jesus would have to die.

To bring his plan to fruition,

On Judas he would rely.

Thirty pieces of silver were offered,

To Judas, whose heart was cold.

By this friend, His chosen disciple,

The Son of God was sold.

The twelve were having supper;

With Jesus, it would be their last.

Christ broke the bread and poured the wine,

Then to each the communion was passed.

“Someone here will betray me,”

Said Jesus to them that day.

“Is it I,” “Is it I,” the disciples asked.

Judas then ran away.

Judas was God’s instrument,

But still he had a choice,

Though he was called to learn from Christ,

He chose to ignore His voice.

Jesus went to the garden,

With three of his friends to pray.

But guess who came with soldiers,

And gave his location away.

“Which is Jesus,” the soldiers asked.

“I’ll kiss him,” Judas said.

And so the kiss of Judas,

Became the kiss of death.

Jesus was whipped and spat upon;

They treated Him like dung.

He was forced to carry a cross up a hill,

And on it He was hung.

The devil was done with Judas,

And Judas was filled with strife.

He came to his senses then was so distraught,

He chose to end his life.

Jesus also died,

And so the story goes,

Though he was placed in a borrowed grave,

On the third day he arose.

“The fall” of Adam and Eve,

And every person in every nation,

By Christ’s death could be forgiven;

His death brought us salvation.

Satan’s little plan was foiled.

It is now clearly understood,

What Judas meant for evil,

God meant for the good.

Becky Wall

beckyowall.blogspot.com

THE GREATEST PAIN OF ALL

THE GREATEST PAIN OF ALL

(Based on Psalm 22:14-18)

A pack of villains laid 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 by 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,

But the greatest pain of all,

Is in knowing the hearts of such men.

Becky Wall

WHEN THE MOUNTAINS ENVIED A HILL

WHEN THE  MOUNTAINS ENVIED A HILL

The mountains envied Mt. Zion,

Where Christ would fulfill God’s will.

Tho’ the mountains thought themselves mighty,

They fell short of that little hill.

The mountains stood arrayed in beauty,

That came from heaven above,

By the man being handed a cross,

And He formed them with great love.

They watched as Jesus carried His cross,

And their stones cried out in vain.

They witnessed the crucifixion.

And they heard Him cry out in pain.

They wept when He breathed His last.

Huge tears formed waterfalls and fountains.

They thought their Creator was gone forever,

When He died on the little mountain.

They could see from where they towered,

That Christ was placed in a tomb.

They watched as His mother wailed,

At the loss of the fruit of her womb.

All at once they began to tremble,

As the earth began to quake.

The sun refused to shine,

And the dead began to awake.

Gloom filled up their valleys

The trees hung their limbs in despair.

Three days later they saw a bright light,

And all they could do was stare.

An angel moved the tomb's stone door,

That was put there by His foes.

Jesus had conquered death,

For from that tomb He arose.

The mountains broke out in color;

The trees began to sway.

The stones sang a song of praise,

And the sun shone brighter that day.

Envy was turned to honor,

Toward the mount that had suffered great strife.

For that is where Christ chose to die,

And create a River of Life.

Becky Wall

Sing, O heavens, for the Lord has done it! Shout, you lower parts of the earth; Break forth into singing, you mountains, O forest, and every tree in it! For the Lord has redeemed Jacob, And glorified Himself in Israel. Isa. 44:23

1 Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord from the heavens; praise him in the heights above. 2 Praise him, all his angels; praise him, all his heavenly hosts. 3 Praise him, sun and moon; praise him, all you shining stars. 4 Praise him, you highest heavens and you waters above the skies. 5 Let them praise the name of the Lord, for at his command they were created, 6 and he established them for ever and ever— he issued a decree that will never pass away. 7 Praise the Lord from the earth, you great sea creatures and all ocean depths, 8 lightning and hail, snow and clouds, stormy winds that do his bidding, 9 you mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars, 10 wild animals and all cattle, small creatures and flying birds, 11 kings of the earth and all nations, you princes and all rulers on earth, 12 young men and women, old men and children. 13 Let them praise the name of the Lord, for his name alone is exalted; his splendor is above the earth and the heavens. Psalm 148;1-13

THE CLOSET

THE CLOSET

I’m coming out of the closet,

I don’t care what they say.

I’m coming out of the closet,

At long last, today is the day.

I’ll be called names, I’ll be avoided,

But that’s a price I must pay.

I’ll be scoffed, and I’ll be mocked,

But don’t ask me to change--there’s no way!

I’m coming out of the closet,

A different life to begin.

I can’t choke now; I must tell the world:

I’M A CHRISTIAN; I’m giving up sin.

I’m going to clean out my closet;

Those skeletons cannot stay;

And if I go back in a closet,

It will only be to pray.

Becky Overturf Wall

ESTHER CROWNED QUEEN FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS

ESTHER CROWNED QUEEN FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS

(From the book of Esther)

The king of Persia ruled many lands,

But he also liked to party.

He was celebrating with many one day,

And told them to party hearty.

Queen Vashti had a separate one,

That included only women.

They would be away from the drunkenness,

That was usual among the men.

During the party the king got drunk,

Then gave an order to the queen.

To wear just a crown and parade around,

He wanted her beauty to be seen.

The queen was quite insulted,

So she refused to obey.

The king was so angry he wanted her punished,

He just had to think of a way.

Before acting, he sought advice.

He was told his wife should be banished.

Another should take her place;

After that, the queen just vanished.

One young and beautiful girl,

From every province in the land,

Was made a part of his harem;

He would choose a wife on demand.

In the land lived Mordecai, a Jew;

And one day officials came.

They took his cousin whom he raised;

Esther was her name.

Esther was given seven maids,

For the king liked her right away.

She got the best place in the harem;

She was obviously going to stay.

For a year Esther was beautified,

Then she took her turn with the king.

He liked her best of all,

So Esther would wear the king’s ring.

Meanwhile two officials,

Conspired to end the king's life.

When Mordecai learned of the plot,

He told Esther, who was now the king's wife.

Later on impulse the king commanded:

To his noblemen all should bow.

But Mordecai bowed only to God;

He had made a personal vow.

This angered one of the noblemen;

Haman was the man's name.

He decided all of the Jews should die;

He would treat all ages the same.

Haman convinced the king to agree,

And so his decree was read.

The Jews were to all be killed;

A reward was placed on each head.

Esther and her cousin had once saved the king,

Though the king didn't remember who.

Haman knew Mordecai was a Jew,

But he didn't know Esther was too.

The Jews were quite distraught;

They were fasting, weeping and wailing.

Some sat in sackcloth and ashes;

Others' hearts were failing.

Esther saw that her uncle was troubled,

So she sent a courier to ask why.

Mordecai told him everything:

The Jews were all going to die.

The courier, a eunuch, told Esther,

The king's mercy she should seek.

Esther replied that she feared for her life;

The mere thought made her knees weak.

Mordecai cautioned Esther,

That in this circumstance,

A revolt would occur and her family would die;

This was their only chance.

Like a father, he also told Esther,

To refuse would be remiss.

For God allowed her to be queen,

For such a time as this.

Esther asked the Jews to fast,

And for three days and nights to pray.

She and her maids would do the same;

She would ask the king the fourth day.

She prayed that when she approached him,

The king would not be offended.

She knew her only chance to survive,

Was if his gold rod was extended.

The king was pleased to see Esther;

He wanted her to come.

He offered her anything she wanted,

Even up to half of the kingdom.

She didn't tell him immediately;

She asked him to dinner instead.

Haman would be invited;

His last days were just ahead.

While at the dinner party,

Esther mentioned the king’s new rule,

And how her family was going to die,

For the king had been played for a fool.

The king got angry and demanded,

“Who concocted this terrible plan?”

Esther pointed at Haman saying,

“That vile Haman is the man!”

Haman had ordered a pole be erected;

On which Mordecai was to be impaled.

But it was he and his sons’ who met that fate,

When his prideful, evil plot failed.

Many events have happened, 

In the interesting days of yester,

But even now the Jews celebrate,

The life-saving Feast of Esther.

Becky Wall

MISSION ABORTED

MISSION ABORTED

(Based in part on Psalm 139:13-15, Jer. 1:5)

I was formed in my mother’s womb,

Fearfully and wonderfully made.

From the moment of my conception,

My groundwork was carefully laid.

Disguised as an angel, Satan entered the scene.

My mom listened to his voice.

He whispered, “Kids are a burden,”

Then offered her a choice.

My mission from God went unfulfilled,

His plan for me was thwarted.

Not one of my days came to be,

For my mother had me aborted.

Mom now grieves her decision,

While Satan gloats from his lair.

Though I am in heaven, safe in God’s arms,

Mom’s arms have been left bare.

Becky Wall