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FEAR AND FAITH
FEAR IS LIKE A WILD ANIMAL,
STALKING ME,
THE ROARING LION,
THE WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING.
FAITH IS LIKE A GENTLE LAMB,
WOOING ME,
THE LAMB WHO TAKES AWAY THE SINS OF THE WORLD,
THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
I MUST CHOOSE----
WILL I TRY TO FIGHT THE BEAST ALONE?
OR
SEEK THE SHELTER THE GOOD SHEPHERD OFFERS?
I KNOW THE SENSIBLE THING,
THE SMART THING.
SO WHY DO I CHOOSE THE FOOLISH THING
AND
LET THE WILD ANIMAL TERRORIZE ME?
IS IT BECAUSE FEAR SCREAMS
AND FAITH GENTLY WHISPERS?
IS IT BECAUSE FEAR COMES ON SUDDENLY
AND
FAITH IS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME TO GRASP,
ALWAYS THERE TO TAME THE WILD BEAST?
OH LORD, FILL ME WITH FAITH!
FEAR AND FAITH CANNOT LIVE TOGETHER,
SO I MUST HOLD FAITH CLOSE,
FOR FEAR FLEES FROM WHERE FAITH RESIDES.
© 1987 by
Linda Knox Rubenack
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The Journey
For Daddy on his homegoing May 29,1996
Tiny Soul
created by divine appointment
Moves into the new abode
provided by divine accomplishment
Nestling in--looking to
the womb as HOME
Growing soul
sustained by divine endowment
now thrust into a harsh arena
grows to fill the appointed abode
Settling in--looking to
this earth as HOME
Yearning soul
wooed by divine endearment
knowing something is missing
seeks to satisfied the hungry abode
groping around looking for
a fulfilling - HOME
Maturing soul
in need of divine involvement
reaches out of the lonely abode
encouraged by divine enticement
stretching forth
looking for a permanent - HOME
Satisfied soul
discovers divine appointment
outgrows the current abode
seeking always divine attainment
stretches upward
to the Creator- true HOME
Longing drives the soul upward
Struggling against an abode now old
reaching up, sometimes in pain
Creator taking pity, sees the desire within,
releases the soul and says
COME HOME.
Linda Knox Rubenack © June 15 1996
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THE HEAVENLY KING WHO CAME TO EARTH
THERE IS A KING MEEK AND MILD,
WHO CAME TO EARTH DRESSED AS A CHILD.
HE GREW UP QUICKLY, HIS MOM'S PRIDE AND JOY,
SOON WAS A MAN WHERE ONCE WAS HER BOY.
HE WALKED UP TO JOHN BESIDE THE RIVER,
JOHN LOOKED AND KNEW THAT THIS WAS THE LIFE GIVER.
TO BE BAPTIZED BY JOHN WAS WHAT HE ASKED,
JOHN WAS RELUCTANT, AND WANTED TO PASS.
JESUS SAID, IT MUST BE FULFILLED,
THAT THE KING BE WILLING, HIS SUBJECTS SHOES TO FILL.
HIS FATHER IN HEAVEN SMILED DOWN IN LOVE,
AS A SIGN TO US ALL SENT DOWN HIS DOVE.
THEN THE KING WAS TO SOLITUDE DRIVEN,
AND FROM THE USURPER TEMPTATION WAS GIVEN.
THE HOLY KING FOUGHT IT WITH HIS MIGHTY SWORD,
NOT ONCE DID HE FALTER, BUT STOOD STRONG WITH HIS WORD.
AND AS LONG AS HE WALKED THIS EARTH BELOW,
HIS HEART TOUCHED MANY, AND HIS PACE NEVER SLOWED.
HE CALLED TO HIS SIDE THOSE MEN HE WOULD USE,
THEY WERE ALL ORDINARY, NONE WE WOULD CHOOSE.
IN SPITE OF HIS HEALING, HIS LOVE AND HIS GRACE,
THE RELIGIOUSLY RIGHTEOUS WERE AFRAID HE'D TAKE THEIR PLACE.
THEY TRIED TO TRAP HIM, TO TRIP HIM UP
THEY HATED THE FACT THAT WITH SINNERS HE'D SUP.
SO OFF THEY WENT AND WITH UNLIKELY COHORTS,
PLOTTED TO KILL HIM, HIS MISSION TO ABORT.
ON THE DAY OF PASSOVER IN THE UPPER ROOM
HE DINED WITH HIS CLOSEST FRIENDS, HIS LIFE WOULD END SOON.
THE SERVANT KING HE IS AND TO SHOW THEM THIS FACT,
HE WASHED THEIR FEET, AS ONLY A SERVANT WOULD ACT.
HE TRIED TO TELL THEM WHAT WOULD SHORTLY TAKE PLACE,
THEY DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WOULD SOON FACE.
IN THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE, HE BREATHED HIS PRAYER,
APPROACHING WERE THE SOLDERS, ALONG WITH THE BETRAYER.
UP STEPPED JUDAS, THE IRONY WE CAN'T MISS,
THAT THIS ONE WHO KNEW HIM SO WELL BETRAYED HIM WITH A KISS.
QUICKLY HE WAS ARRESTED, AS INNOCENT AS A LAMB
TAKEN TO THE AUTHORITIES, TO THE TRIAL THAT WAS A SCAM.
IN DEFENSE OF HIMSELF, NOT A WORD DID HE SAY
BUT STOOD BEFORE ACCUSERS QUIETLY THAT DAY.
HE STOOD BEFORE THE PEOPLE, THOSE HE TOUCHED,THOSE HE HEALED,
NOT ONE CAME FORWARD, NOT ONE TO APPEAL.
INSTEAD CAME THE CRY, FROM THE MOB WHO WERE THERE,
CRUCIFY HIM, CRUCIFY HIM AS THEIR TRUE HEARTS WERE LAID BARE.
WITH A ROBE ON HIS SWOLLEN BACK AND THORNS FOR HIS CROWN,
UPON THE CROSS THEY PUT HIM, THE CROWD ALL AROUND.
SOME MOCKING, SOME CRYING, SOME SILENTLY SIGHING,
TO THEIR MINDS WHAT ONCE WAS A KING WAS JUST A MAN DYING.
MOTHER MARY WAS THERE, WITH JOHN BY HER SIDE,
WISHING THERE WAS A PLACE TO TAKE HER SON AND HIDE.
MOST OF HIS FRIENDS HAD FLED,
THERE WERE JUST A FEW WHO STOOD BY,
WHAT ELSE COULD THEY DO BUT JUST STAND THERE AND CRY.
JESUS LOOKED DOWN, A PRAYER HE SAID FOR YOU,
"FATHER FORGIVE THEM, FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO."
HIS FATHER IN HEAVEN LOOKED SADLY BELOW,
WHERE THE SINS OF US ALL ON HIS SON HE WOULD BESTOW.
NOW THE TASK WAS COMPLETE, THE DUTY WAS DONE
THE KING GAVE UP HIS LIFE AS THE CLOUDS HID THE SUN.
AS IF IN FURY AND RAGE AT THE EVENT,
THE EARTH SHOOK, ALL NATURES EMOTIONS TO VENT.
HIS ENEMIES WERE HAPPY THEIR DIRE DEED WAS DONE,
DID THEY NOT REALIZED THEY HAD KILLED GODS SON?
A FEW FAITHFUL FOLLOWERS BRAVE,
TOOK HIS BODY DOWN AND PREPARED IT FOR THE GRAVE.
THE SABBATH APPROACHED, THEY WITHDREW TO THEIR HOUSEHOLD,
THINKING THEIR LORD THEY WOULD NEVER AGAIN BEHOLD.
WHEN THE SABBATH HAD PASSED AND EARLY THEY WENT,
THEIR LOVED KING TO ATTEND TO, AND THEIR EMOTIONS TO VENT.
THE WOMEN APPROACHED, THE STONE WAS AWAY,
AN ANGEL SAID," THE ONE YOU LOOK FOR IS NOT HERE THIS DAY."
THE KING WAS ALIVE, WHAT WONDERFUL NEWS.
RUN AND TELL EVERYONE THIS IS NO TIME TO SNOOZE.
BACK TO HEAVEN HE WENT AFTER MANY A DAY.
BUT HE WILL RETURN IN VICTORY AND WITH US WILL STAY.
ACCEPT THE GIFT HE OFFERS, AND THINGS WON'T BE DIM
HIS SUBJECT YOU'LL BE, YOU'LL SPEND ETERNITY WITH HIM
THINGS MAY GET ROUGH, AS THINGS OFTEN DO.
THE WORLD WILL HATE YOU AS THEY DID HIM TOO.
SO LOOK UP AND REMEMBER, YOUR REDEMPTION DRAWS NIGH.
HE WILL CALL YOU TO HIM WITH A GREAT TRUMPET CRY.
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE, IT WILL ALL BE OVER,
AND WITH OUR SERVANT KING WE WILL BE FOREVER.
LINDA KNOX RUBENACK
© 1992
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WORTHWHILE WORDS
Words can heal, words can hurt.
Words can give or take away worth.
Angry words can cut like a knife.
Tender words can soothe our strife.
When you see a tear-soaked face.
Gentle words can show God's grace.
There are times to speak and times to cease.
Times to hold your tongue and keep the peace.
In God's economy words are living.
We must make sure ours are worth the giving.
© 1992 by Linda Knox Rubenack
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