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Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Ponder the Following


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Could Jesus lose a sheep
That was truly his at first?
Because if he really could
Nothing could be worse.

Consider that man
That had a hundred sheep,
One of them was missing 
And for it he went out to seek. 

No doubt he knew his sheep
Perhaps it had his brand
But why he would leave the others
At first I did not understand.

I mean that was only one
He still had ninety-nine,
One gone; the rest are safe
That should have been fine.

Why risk the ninety and nine?
Why go after that one?
Doesn’t make much sense 
Since it wandered on its own.

It must have been in the fold
Where it was safe and sound,
Was it not happy there
And preferred to wander around?

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What was the shepherd thinking
To put at risk the other sheep
That he would leave them all
And go after that stray to seek?

The answer to me is simple
Why he was urged that sheep to seek,
After all it belonged to him
It was his very own sheep.

That shepherd could not afford
To lose one single sheep,
They were all very special to him
And after even one he must seek.
  
It carried his very brand
His Father had given him it
And to account for every sheep
This was the Son’s own habit.

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Ponder with me some more
What if that sheep were you?
Would it be just another sheep?
Or wouldn’t you change that view?

I am certain that you would
Even for a friend
Even with all the other ones
You just wouldn’t let it end.

Of course if it were not his sheep
He really would not mind,
Another shepherd would deal with it
And would be the one to chase behind.

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So it is with Jesus’ sheep
He will not lose a single one,
For each he gave his precious blood
For their sin he did atone.

They will come to him they must
Just like the Father promised,
At his voice they will respond
Once they are truly his.

Only one he has ever lost
That the Father had given him,
Judas Iscariot was that one
He died without hope and in sin.

So say yes to the Shepherd
And leave the rest in His hand,
Don’t despair if you should slip
If you are wearing his brand.

Daily confess your shortcomings
Rely on Christ alone,
By His Spirit know his voice
And show you are his own.

Eternal life lasts forever
Though for us it had a start,
That life the Spirit gave us 
When he first set us apart.

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The shepherd walks ahead 
And he leads the sheep along
And even in the midst of trouble 
We can sing redemption’s song.

We are not only saved but safe
And Christ Jesus holds our hand,
We need not fear we won’t get home
Since we are wearing his brand.

Of course you must consider
If you have ever come to him,
Did you have the Spirit’s witness
That you were saved from your sin?

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Were you ever under conviction
On hearing the Holy Word?
Did you respond in kind
To the message you had heard?

If not, you can do so now
And receive the Holy Spirit’s brand
You’ll be Jesus’ sheep forever
And he will take you by the hand.

Stewart Russell © April 2018

Monday, April 23, 2018

A Journey to Nowhere


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I started to type
Not knowing what to write
Not an idea in my head
Not sure where I’d be led

But write on I did
Anticipating in in my bid
To uncover the lid
And tap into my brain’s grid

All like now still not sure
Regarding what’s in store
But proceeding in hope
Up this unfamiliar slope

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Into the fourth verse
No chance to rehearse
But deeply immersed
I continue the course

I don’t know the way
Hence I could take all day
Not sure what to say
Not sure when I stray

Have not done this before
Can’t see an open door
But on I bore
Hoping more and more

I paused at this spot
This was as far as I got
And as you can see
I have not said a lot

How to proceed
I have lost my feed
But the idea to stop
I just can’t heed

A journey to nowhere
The same as now here
And when I arrive
I won’t know I’m there

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But on I go
Maybe just to and fro
Sometimes high sometimes low
But where, I just don’t know

Why continue you ask
On this tedious task
Why proceed further
Knowing you can’t last

Curiosity drives me
I just hope you can see
It’s like being tied up
And longing to be free

Free from what
That’s the question
Not knowing the answer
That’s my apprehension

I will review 
What I thought you knew
So just for you
I’ll repeat verses one and two

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I started to type
Not knowing what to write
Not an idea in my head
Not sure where I’d be lead

But write on I did
Anticipating in my bid
To uncover the lid
And tap into my brain’s grid

Thus far not much success
At the point of couldn’t care less
Going nowhere fast
And still can’t rest

Your life is ordered to rule
So you take me for a fool
Setting out on a journey
Without a guiding tool

No doubt you’re right
Certainly in my case
But check for yourself
You too might be a waste

I hadn’t composed for a while
That’s really not my style
So I was compelled to write
Not knowing what to type

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I have written a plenty
I just completed verse twenty
Hopefully all’s not gone
As I complete verse twenty-one

You can count them
If you like
Add the current verse
And twenty-two would be right

Just a little diversion
In the journey to nowhere
Bear with me a little
And I’ll soon take you there

Your life is ordered to rule
So you take me for a fool
Setting out on a journey
Without a guiding tool

No doubt you’re right
Certainly in my case
But check for yourself
You too might be a waste

By now I hope you see
Like me you too are guilty
Like me you started to type
Not sure what to write

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But you type on nevertheless
Giving it your very best
Amidst the daily grind
With little periods of rest

From day one you typed
Not sure of what to write
But as you got a little older
Something came into sight

You became aware
You were in the middle of life
With its many diversions
And times of diverse strife

A lot was misunderstood
Each end was another beginning
And the journey kept on going
Sometimes quite head spinning

Though I didn’t know it then
Nowhere was really somewhere
And when I reached that point
I still wasn’t quite there

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Acknowledging I was a fool
I accepted life’s guiding tool
Jesus is my shepherd and guide
I am now typing by his rule

He shows me how to type
And tells what to write
By faith I follow His lead
Wholly dependent on His feed

Sometimes there are diversions
And interferences of my own
But His Spirit always assures me
He’ll never leave me alone

At the beginning of this poem
This is not what I intended
But with Jesus ordering the typing
This is where it has ended

Stewart Russell © July 2017

Thursday, April 19, 2018

It’s Jesus for Me


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Jesus for me was vilified
Jesus for me was crucified 
Jesus for me suffered and died
Jesus for me, none beside.

Jesus for me paid sin’s penalty
Jesus for me experienced the agony
Jesus for me tasted mortality
Jesus for me though I was guilty.

Jesus living for me is exemplary
Jesus crucified for me is substitutionary
Jesus dying for me is mystery
Jesus coming for me is a certainty.

Jesus for me is the greatest miracle
Jesus for me is my life principle
Jesus for me makes heaven achievable
Jesus for me makes this life bearable.

Jesus for me is my Saviour
Jesus for me is my Redeemer
Jesus for me is my Provider
Jesus for me is my Sustainer.

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Jesus for me is my guide
Jesus for me is my scribe
Jesus for me is my enterprise
 Jesus for me for me is wise.

Nothing lack I with Jesus for me
He is my shepherd, my king, my all,
For me he is my assurance when it’s tough 
For me Jesus is always the first to call.

It’s Jesus for me; yes it’s Jesus for me
Every year, every month, every week,
Every day, every hour, every moment too
It’s Jesus for me even as I speak.

Stewart Russell April 2018