Impeached but Exonerated

 

 

Impeached but exonerated

And I am not talking about Trump,

He would have to deal with that

On his own account.

 

I am talking about me

And what I have been through

And you who are reading this,

What you’ve been through too.

 

I was impeached and found guilty

Simply because I was born,

Most would find that unusual

Because it’s not the norm.

 

What is the crime in being born

Would be the question to ask,

If Adam and Eve were alive

I would give them that task.

 

However, since they are not

I will point you to God’s Word

Even though something tells me

You have already heard.

 

Let us ask the Psalmist

And we will see what he says,

Shaped in iniquity and conceived in sin

That’s how it was way back in the day.

 

So, we were born into sin

That, my friend is the norm,

Consequently, one is counted a sinner

From the very day he is born.

 

Hence the first part of the theme

Impeached from my birth,

Yes, I was impeached

Before I even set foot on the earth.

 

But it doesn’t end there

And I truly thank God for this

And so, I come to the part

That I don’t want you to miss.

 

So as in Adam every man sinned

In Christ every man can access pardon,

Yes! Exonerated in Christ Jesus

Ever since I’ve been forgiven.

 

 

Impeached on Adam’s account

But exonerated through Jesus Christ

Not on any merit of my own

But because of Christ’s sacrifice…

 

When on that first Good Friday

When before the heavenly court

He shouted “Father forgive them!”

Therein is my support.

 

Now being one of the “whosoever”

That believes in Jesus Christ,

I am exonerated through the blood

That will always suffice.

 

Impeached because of Adam

Exonerated in Christ,

If the same can be said about you

I would think that’s quite nice.

 

Stewart Russell © January 25, 2021

 

On Our Way Home

 

 

We’re on our way home

There’s no turning back,

From the moment we’re born

That is the hard fact.

 

From the new born babe

When it draws its first breath

Life’s journey is begun

On its way to death.

 

Birth is the beginning

And that’s when we rejoice

But sooner or later will be

The grim reaper’s voice.

 

The victim won’t hear it

Since he would be already gone

But regarding them that remain,

They would be forewarned.

 

We’re on our way home

From the moment we’re born,

Call me morbid if you must

But this is the norm.

 

“Born to die” says the epitaph

Inscribed on a tombstone

Verifying the fact

We are on our way home.

 

This may sound purposeless

But it need not be so

If the Christ I have come to know

You also know.

 

It must not be an obsession

But we should be aware

And for that eventual homegoing

We ought to be prepared.

 

To live without Christ

Means the worst death to die,

This may sound paradoxical

But let me explain why.

 

Without Christ we are dead

In our trespasses and sin

And so, we die without hope

If we never come to him.

 

Philippians 1:21

 

However, if while I live,

In my heart, the Lord Christ reigns,

Then “for to me to live is Christ,

And to die is gain.”

 

So, I do not fear my homegoing

As much as I did before

For in Christ I now live

And my election is sure.

 

Positively respond to his call

If you hear him today,

Right now, he may be calling you,

Please don’t turn him away!

 

You are on your way home

And there’s no turning back,

From the moment you were born

That was the hard fact.

 

Stewart Russell © July 28, 2021

 

A Great Idea

 

I had a great idea

At least I thought so,

I put it into action

All systems were on go.

It was a good idea

Yet void of thought

And I didn’t see the trouble

With which it was fraught.

I was raised in the church

That is all I knew,

 I was a singer and teacher

And an evangelist too.

 

But I became jealous

Yes, you wouldn’t believe

Of the aspiring converts

And how they were received.

It was like a honeymoon

What a fuss was made!

Like a baby in the family

You would be amazed.

And when they testified

I said to myself

Their experience was rich

Unlike my spiritual health.

They talked of their past

And from where God brought them,

I was always in the church

And therein was my problem.

I had no experiences

About which I could talk,

They were way ahead of me

For sure regarding their walk.

Here I was all these years

With nothing to boast about,

They had just come in

And already they could shout.

 

Which of us was the babe?

I began to wonder,

It appeared to be me

So I had much to ponder.

If I had similar experiences

I would be just like them,

Hence my great idea

That was replete with problems.

They came in with scars

Salvation could not remove,

That they went through hard times

Their testimonies did prove.

I was spared such

Having been always in church,

Why change all that

And be left in the lurch?

A dear friend of mine

Showed to me this reality

And as a result

I am sharing this testimony.

One’s past is a reminder

Regarding where he has been,

Be satisfied with the fact

That you have been redeemed.

Don’t compare testimonies

Or even progress reports,

Thank God for the fact

That He is your support.

Be grateful for the hardships

God has protected you from

And march to His timing

And not another's drum.

 

Be careful regarding the ideas

Which bombard your head,

Keep focus on Jesus

And follow him instead.

  

I’ve missed some of these guys

They are no longer around

And the frequency of such

Exponentially abounds.

Where are they to day

In their spiritual experience?

I have absolutely no idea

Ever since their absence.

But what I do know

Is that God has kept me thus far,

His testimony is true

And none comes on par.

The best experiences to get

Are those that are in Christ,

This is my current idea

And it has truly sufficed.

I had a great idea

At first I thought so

But after sound advice

That idea had to go.

Stewart Russell © April 2019