WANTING FOR NOTHING

WANTING FOR NOTHING

I'm seeking after beauty;

I want eternal youth.

I know that I will have them;

Believe me, it's the truth.

I want a big, fine mansion;

Just give me pearls and gold.

I want to live in splendor,

The best yet to behold.

I want to be quite special;

I want to change my name.

I want the royal treatment;

My life won't be the same.

I plan to never worry,

I'll suffer no disgrace.

Pain will never bother me;

No tears will touch my face.

For I will be in heaven;

I'll walk on streets of gold.

I'll enter pearly gates,

And my mansion, I am told.

Heaven's host will greet me;

My new name they will sing.

I will want for nothing;

It's what life in Christ will bring.

Becky L. Wall

ON THE HARD ROAD

ON THE HARD ROAD

When faced with a choice of paths,

I always choose the wrong one.

Why are my travels so difficult?

I'm only looking for fun.

Some see footprints in the sand,

When upon life's paths they look.

It seems I was always stuck in the mud,

When I look at the paths I took.

I opened my mouth for a silver spoon, 

But my muddy foot was inserted.

I couldn't imagine from where it came.

"Who put that there?!" I blurted.

I'm in the school of hard knocks;

And here I am destined to stay.

Why do anything the easy way,

When it can be done the hard way.

Becky L. Wall

PIE IN THE SKY

The following was inspired by my mother. She told me how she and her siblings, as children, improvised the song "In the Sweet By and By" as follows:

In the sweet by and by,

Gimme some pie,

We shall meet on that beautiful shore,

Gimme some more.

PIE IN THE SKY

If life is like a great big pie,

One makes while here on earth,

How your pie is divided,

Will determine your own worth.

How big is the slice you've cut for work?

How much for play and tv?

Did you leave even a sliver for God?

And what about family?

If you want to be served some pie in the sky--

Oh what a heavenly prize--

Your pie here on earth will be your test;

Each slice will be judged by its size.

Time and love, thought and money,

Are ingredients each pie must take.

Follow God's Word as a recipe;

To do so is no piece of cake!

Ingredients are very important;

Measure carefully for your pie.

But if it matters not how you slice it,

It will in the sweet by and by.

Becky L. Wall

THE TEMPTATION OF JESUS

The Temptation of Jesus

(Matthew 4:1-11)

 

Jesus was led by the Spirit;

Into the desert He vanished.

After fasting forty days and nights,

He wasn’t just hungry; He was famished.

The devil could see He was weak,

So he came to Him and said,

"If you are really the Son of God,

Tell these stones to turn into bread."

Jesus quoted from the Bible,

Tho’ it is doubtful Satan heard:

“Man cannot live on bread alone,

True life comes from God’s Word.”

Then the devil took Christ to Jerusalem,

To the temple’s highest height.

"If you are the Son of God," he said,

"Jump off this holy site."

"For it is written in God’s Word:
You will never be left alone,
The angels will lift you up in their hands,
So your foot doesn’t strike a stone."

Tho’ the devil twisted God’s Word,

Jesus knew the Bible best.

So He answered, "It is also written:

‘Do not put the Lord to the test.'"

Satan took Him to a high mountain,

Where the kingdoms of the world they could see.

“All this I will give you," said Satan,

"If you’ll bow down and worship me."

"Away from me, Satan!" Jesus said.

"For it is also written there:"

'Worship the Lord and serve him only.’"

So the devil slithered back to his lair.

When the devil left Jesus alone,

Angels tended to Him.

If He hadn’t withstood the temptations,

Our future would be quite grim.

Becky L. Wall

THE PRISON I'M LIVING IN

THE PRISON I’M LIVING IN

(Based on Ps. 25:15, Ps. 140:5, Ps. 141:9, Ps. 142:3, Prov. 3:26)

I cry to the Lord for mercy.

When troubles come, I complain.

Though my faith is tested and my spirit grows faint,

God is there, aware of my pain.

On the path I daily walk,

A snare is set for me.

Satan is not concerned for my life.

He will never just let me be.

It is You, Lord, who knows my way,

When my days are full of strife.

The times I am in bondage,

I seek You to restore my life.

You rescue me from my enemy,

Whether man, grief, sickness or sin.

You rescue me and set me free,

From the prison I’m living in.

Becky Wall

Note that the prison door is open. All the person has to do is walk through it, though that's often easier said than done.

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WHERE IS GOD?

WHERE IS GOD?

On the top of a mountain, God is there.

In the valley below, He is there.

From the ends of the earth to the heavens above,

Wherever you go, God is there.

In a rippling brook, God is there.

In the deepest sea, He is there.

From the widest ocean to the smallest pond,

Even in your tears, God is there.

In a tiny atom, God is there.

In the sun and moon, He is there.

In a faraway galaxy or here on earth,

In the whole universe, God is there.

In the light of your eye, God is there.

In a baby's soft cry, He is there.

In the taste of honey or the scent of a rose,

In every part of your being, He is there.

In a still, small voice, God is there.

In the roar of thunder, He is there.

In a burning bush and a fiery furnace;

In the belly of a whale, God was there.

When a child is conceived, God is there.

In the cry of the wild, He is there.

In the rocks and trees and the air we breathe,

In all of creation, God is there.

When you're on your knees, God is there.

When you repent, He is there.

When you stumble and fall and begin anew,

In a word called "love," God is there.

With Christ in the womb, God was there.

With Christ in the tomb, He was there.

When His Son rose from His borrowed grave,

And again in a cloud, God was there.

Before all time, God was there,

And in the future, He'll be there.

He's even there in the here and now;

When time is no more, He will be there.

When the sun grows dark, God will be there.

When the stars fall, He will be there.

When we hear the final trumpet call,

If heaven is our home, God will be there.

Becky Wall

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WORKS

WORKS

Within these verses you will see that works includes what you do to help others and what work you do with your hands.

7 But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: “You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath? 8 Produce fruit in keeping with repentance. Matt. 3:7-8

What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save them? Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? ... James 2:14-26

She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands. Proverbs 31:13

Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate. Proverbs 31:31

The blacksmith takes a tool and works with it in the coals; he shapes an idol with hammers, he forges it with the might of his arm. He gets hungry and loses his strength; he drinks no water and grows faint. Isaiah 44:12 (Note that he shapes an idol. He gets no "points" for that.)

I will expose your righteousness and your works, and they will not benefit you. Isaiah 57:12

Then they asked him, “What must we do to do the works God requires?” Jesus answered, “The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent.”John 6:28-29

Jesus’ brothers said to him, “Leave Galilee and go to Judea, so that your disciples there may see the works you do. John 7:3

Now to the one who works, wages are not credited as a gift but as an obligation. Romans 4:4

THE PASSING OF TIME

THE PASSING OF TIME

As a child I lay on the cool, green grass;

The gentle breeze blew through my hair.

I had no worries or troubles.

I longed for Time to stop there.

But Time went on, ignoring my appeal,

Then I grew into a young miss.

I sang and danced and hung with my friends;

I enjoyed my youthful bliss.

But when I became an adult,

Time took me to a harder life;

I learned to find joy and happiness,

Amidst the world and its strife.

I watched my children playing,

Near my husband in his chair.

He was reading the Bible to them;

I wanted Time to stop there.

But Time just kept on going,

Until I found I was old.

My children hovered ’round my bed.

Time had taken its toll.

“Just give me this day with my children, Time.”

“Let me stay a little bit longer.”

Though Time ignored my final pleas,

I suddenly became stronger.

My pain had left; I felt such peace,

Then I heard a trumpet sound.

Christ held out His hand to me,

And the angels all gathered around.

One unfurled his wing to point,

To a mansion I knew would be mine.

I walked to my home on streets of gold,

In a robe and a crown sublime.

Time, God’s servant, brought me here;

He took me to heaven’s door.

Now I will live for eternity,

And Time shall be no more.

Becky Wall

Footnote: I wrote the essence of this, though not in rhyme, when I was 16 for no particular reason. It was just inspired. I am now 69 (2017) and have lived out most of my story, though not quite the same. But the best of life is yet to come (eternal life).

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SEASONS IN THE SON

SEASONS IN THE SON

Each person enters into life,

Like flowers in the spring,

Maturing and growing in stature,

Through all the storms life brings.

The fruits of the Spirit are then produced,

And on The Vine we flourish,

When we spend summers in the Son,

Our souls He will then nourish.

Life begins to ebb,

In the season we call “fall.”

For earthly death is drawing near,

“Come home” we hear Christ call.

Winter is the time of death,

When the body can take a rest.

Some think this season is the worst;

For others, it’s the best.

Though we return into the ground,

New life will then begin;

For every life lived in the Son,

Spring will come again.

Becky Wall

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LIVING ON A BATTLEFIELD

LIVING ON A BATTLEFIELD

Do you suffer battle fatigue,

From life on a battle front?

While you’d like to avoid trouble,

Your mate loves the thrill of the hunt.

Are you a hostage to his moods,

A prisoner of a mental war?

If you seek a plan of escape,

Does he tighten his hold even more?

Does he want you to surrender,

And bow to his every whim,

To give up all your hopes and dreams,

So that life revolves around him?

If he treats you as his enemy,

He can’t treat you like a wife.

His love is twisted and warped,

So neither of you have a life.

He may charge at you in anger,

With a coward’s display of power.

He may shout you down or beat you up,

Until before him you cower.

He is witty and charming to others,

As their approval he tries to win.

His acts of kindness are showy,

Overcompensating for his sin.

Each time you try to reconcile,

You get promises and excuses.

But they are always broken,

Just like your former truces.

Your ally during your courtship,

Your adversary after you wed.

From your protector you need protection,

Or you may wind up dead.

Becky Wall

NOTE: This was not written based on my own experience but is based on the experience of others I have known.

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