Out of Sorts

 

Carrying a weight

Feeling hate

Has been for a spate

Just won’t dissipate

 

Having headaches

In an awful state

Fed-up here of late

Nothing to celebrate

 

Fretting about the rain

When it’s sunny, complain

Everything’s a drain

It’s constant strain

 

Little or no taste

No hurry no haste

Routine cut and paste

Just another face

 

In prison in chains

Going counter-grain

No song or refrain

Just like Cain

 

 

Afraid to hope

Unable to cope

Down a slippery slope

Headed for a rope

 

Who can advise?

Feeling despised

Anticipating reprise

Wearing a disguise

 

If this is you

Then you must be blue

But here’s another view

And one that’s true

 

He hears you

And sees you too

He knows everything

You are going through

  

He is not unaware

He is right there

He has made it clear

He knows your fear

 

 

 

Whisper Jesus

That glorious name

Yesterday and today

He is still the same

 

He beckons to you

Before life is passed

Every burden you have

On him to cast

 

He is able

In fact, more than able

Even in uncertainty

To make you stable

 

Trust him today

Come what may

Give him full sway

Do not turn away

 

Stewart Russell © July 2019

 

Don’t Be Deceived

 

Don’t be

So naïve

To conceive

That you can receive

Jesus

If you don’t believe

That he died

Your soul

To retrieve;

From such

There is

No reprieve.

For one

Must believe

That Jesus

Was conceived

Of the

Holy Spirit

To receive

Eternal salvation

And not

Be deceived

To believe

Salvation is in any other.

For they

Who believe

Are they

Who receive

Jesus

Whose souls

Are retrieved

From destruction

And who

Are reprieved

And finally relieved

Of the body of death.

So let

Faith arise

Having been apprised

Of the impending

Demise

For they who

Wouldn’t realize

And they who

Who consistently

Despise

The salvation

In which hope lies.

For without

This hope

You’ll have to cope

With the

Slippery slope

And the suicidal

Rope

You place around

You neck

Having eloped

With the enemy

Of your soul.

One final word

In case

You haven’t heard

Or you are still

Bent on being absurd;

Your sins confess

Your penitence express

Acknowledge your distress

Let Jesus

Sort your mess

And at his behest

Accept his rest.

Stewart Russell © 2016