Sit back, find a comfy chair, grab a cup of tea.......then feel free to enjoy the poetry on this 'front porch'.This poetry is written first and foremost TO BRING GOD GLORY!!It reflects thoughts on life, love and God.May you be refreshed, encouraged, challenged and comforted....and leave with a new appreciation and joy in the mighty God we serve! God bless you and to Him be the glory, Janet Martin......
Monday, November 23, 2009
Measured by Men
Born to a simple, peasant woman
In the lowliest place on earth
In a stable with lamb and cattle
Witnessing His great birth
Angels proclaimed, and a few rugged shepherds
Hastened to where He lay
They did not know they beheld a Savior
As they gazed on Him that day
Only Mary knew the truth back then
While others measured His birth to men
He was raised by a humble carpenter
Taught to work with wood
No fancy schools, no credentials
Besides His own on which He stood
At twelve years old the teachers
Marveled at all He knew
With wisdom beyond great preachers
He taught the teachers too
They did not understand His divine purpose back then
And measured his wisdom to that of men
He ministered to all of man-kind
He loved the weak and poor
He healed the sick, the lame and blind
Was a friend at the sinner’s door
He blessed the repentant woman
A worker of the street
As she wept a true believers tears
And with them washed His feet
The ‘righteous’ despised and judged Him then
And measured His creed by that of men
A Friend to all, He was betrayed
Falsely accused, denied
He wore a crown of thorns on His head
On a wooden cross He died
As He wept, “Father, forgive them
They know not what they do”
Man thought they were victorious then
Oh, how little they knew
Still in darkness they did not understand
As they measured His death by other men
He is risen, He reigns victorious
And trusting few believe
While many still wait for a Messiah glorious
Who will man-kind relieve
Yet of all the armies that ever marched
Or the navies that sailed the seas
Of all the governors who ever have ruled
Or of kings and royalty
None has touched us or ever will again
As the SON OF GOD while He dwelt amongst men
All Rights Reserved
Janet Martin
Seems like Victoria and I often need to
come up with things to do on Sundays
when everyone else is busy! Yesterday we
started to decorate the house for.....
YOU KNOW!!!!
Victoria was thrilled at having
the honor of setting up the Nativity Scene!
That is the first thing to get set up
every year!!!
A seasonal high-light!!!!
Even after Jesus had done all these miraculous signs
in their presence
they still would not believe in Him. John 12:37
Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus;
who being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God
something to be grasped,but made Himself nothing,
taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself
and became obedient unto death,--even death on a cross!
Therefore God exalted Him to the highest place
and gave Him the name that is above every name,
that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
in Heaven and on earth and under the earth,
and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father. Phil.2:5-11
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