LORD, I DON’T KNOW HOW…

 
Lord, I don’t know how To love You like I should,
After everything You’ve done for me.
 
Lord, I don’t know who else Would have gone that far for me,
What You Yourself endured upon that tree.
 
Lord, the unthinkable agonies,
As You were hanging from that cross,
What a price You had to pay to set me free!
 
How do I show my appreciation,
And demonstrate my thankfulness,
For what You did for someone like me?
 
As I look back upon my life,
I don’t understand what it was You saw,
Some good reason for You to die for me.
 
Lord, I can never repay You,
But I am forever in Your debt,
The great lengths You went to, just to ransom me.
 
In my own mind I am worthless,
A wretched specimen of a human being,
What on earth could’ve motivated You to love me?
 
So, Lord, won’t You teach me,
To love You as I ought to,
Blood-bought as I am by You for all eternity.
 
Nestor Jaremko 4-24-2013
 





Why?
A Poem For Discouraged Christians

 

Why is the road so narrow?
Why is the way so rough?
Why is this new life so lonely?
Why is it often so tough?

Why am I so outnumbered?
Why must I be on my guard?
Being a faithful good witness
is something I find very hard.

 

Why are the “saints” so worldly?
Why are the godly so few?
Why is the world so wicked?
And so many Christians seem lost too.

 

Why aren’t more Christians thirsty
for God’s unwavering truth?
Why do they seem to fall back into
the besetting sins of their youth?

 

Why do they think it so strange, so peculiar
that I care so much for the lost?
Why don’t they act like their Master
who pursued sheep no matter the cost?

 

The “lost” glory in everything evil.
They continually boast of their sin.
Aren’t I an unthankful ungrateful wretch
if I keep silent or just try to blend in?

 

I MUST boast of my loving Savior
for He bled and died for MY sin.
I MUST fight the good fight always,
I surely owe nothing less to Him.

 

I MUST not look at the others,
who waver and slumber and roam.
I MUST travel the hard and steep pathway.
for the blood on that road leads me home.

 

-RMK
“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.” (Galatians 6:9)




Overheard In An Orchard

 

“Said the Robin to the Sparrow:

“I should really like to know

Why these anxious human beings

Rush about and worry so.”

 

Said the Sparrow to the Robin:

“Friend, I think that it must be

That they have no heavenly Father

Such as cares for you and me.”

 

– Elizabeth Cheney




I Met The Master

 

I had walked life’s way with an easy tread,
Had followed where comforts and pleasures led,

 

Until one day in a quite place
I met the Master face to face.

 

With station and rank and wealth for my goal,
Much thought for my body but none for my soul,

 

I had entered to win in life’s mad race
When I met the Master face to face.

 

I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see
That His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me.

 

And I faltered and fell at His feet that day
While my castles melted and vanished away.

 

Melted and vanished and in their place
Naught else did I see but the Master’s face.

 

And I cried aloud, “Oh, make me meet
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet.”

 

My thought is now for the souls of men;
I have lost my life to find it again.

 

E’er since one day in a quiet place,
I met the Master face to face.

 

-anonymous




God’s Unchanging Word

 

For feelings come and feelings go,
And feelings are deceiving;
My warrant is the Word of God,
Naught else is worth believing.

 

Though all my heart should feel condemned
For want of some sweet token,
There is One greater than my heart
Whose Word cannot be broken.

 

I’ll trust in God’s unchanging Word
Till soul and body sever:
For, though all things shall pass away,
His Word shall stand forever.

 

– Martin Luther, 1483-1546