My Name Is Whosoever

 

 

My name is Whosoever

Now tell me, what is yours?

Please don’t get cheeky with me

I am not from the Azores.

 

It is a biblical name

And a very popular one too,

It is found in seventy-one verses

With eighty-four views.

 

Mostly in the New Testament

And found there sixty-two times,

There is no denying I tell you,

I was on God’s mind.

 

It’s an all-embracing name

Yet, it is so very personal

And particularly in John’s Gospel

It means a special people.

 

In the golden text of the Bible

It is the born-again:

A special people as indicated

Over whom the Spirit reigns.

 

It’s the grand word, Whosoever

“Whosoever will may come”,

Whosoever receives Jesus Christ

Will join that heavenly throng.

 

Whosoever drinks of the water

That Jesus the Christ shall give,

That one will never thirst again

And shall eternally live.

 

 

Yes! My name is Whosoever

But let me hasten to qualify

That whosoever comes to Christ

That one he will not deny.

 

Let me draw to your attention

The two families of the Whosoever:

One that is eternally saved

And one that’s currently severed.

 

For whosoever will may come

But some will never accept

And these are of the Whosoever

That Jesus Christ rejects.

 

Come to Christ today

And be a "Whosoever Accept"

For anything short of receiving Christ

Will be a "Whosoever Reject".

 

 

My name is Whosoever:

I am a Whosoever from above,

My name is etched in the Book of life

And I am in the Beloved.

 

Stewart Russell © June 27, 2021

 

It Is Appointed

A man cannot shorten his life

Or himself longer life give,

There is an appointed time

For every man to live.

This is clear in the Word

Read it for yourself

Even though many a man

 Constantly ruins his health.

How about suicide?

Is not such premature?

That was the time appointed

Do not God’s Word ignore!

I do not fully understand

But what I do know

Hebrews chapter 9 verse 27

Assures me this is so.

This verse speaks to time

Definitely not to manner

For while man may decide how

The time is a different matter.

The manner will vary

In so many different ways

But there is a time appointed,

There’s an appointed day.

If you are reading this

Your time has not yet come

But thousands will die

Before you are done.

If you complete reading it

Then you were not one

But you could be gone

Before the light of dawn.

We give credit to doctors

For prolonging life

We surmise a lot

And our speculation is rife.

If he hadn’t done such

 He would not have died,

If only someone was there

We sometimes decide.

History will show

That at that appointed time

The deceased passed away

Whatever we opine.

We hear about people

That had cheated death,

 Clearly whoever that was

Still had time left.

If it were his appointed time

He would have gone

And rather than rejoice

We would have mourned.

Our actions are set,

Every move we will make

And so too the consequences

To every decision we take.

“What a fatalist he is!”

That’s all right with me,

I know I still have a chance

To influence my destiny.

You can accuse me

Of a definite contradiction

But everyone has a choice

Re: the critical decision.

I am not powerless

Concerning my soul’s salvation,

I can choose life and live

Or I can choose damnation.

God the Sovereign One

Has given us the choice

To accept or reject Him

When we hear His voice.

  

For one thing is certain

In this poem He has spoken

And given your power of choice

To His voice you should harken.

For death is an appointment

Whenever it comes

And we will give an account

Re: what we do with God’s Son.

Whose death was appointed

Before the foundation of the world

And prophesied at Genesis 3:15

In God’s Holy Word.

Foreordained before the world

And manifest in time,

Jesus the Saviour came

To die for sinful mankind.

In the Lamb’s book of life

Names are written there,

None will ever be blotted out

Or suddenly disappear.

Once a name is written there

It is the Saviour’s claim

And though that one may die

That one will live again.

Each clock that’s been wound

Will come to an appointed end

If you’re reading this poem

There is still time my friend.

Time to make that decision

That will determine your destiny

Time take Christ as Saviour

And for all eternity.

Stewart Russell © July 2018

Love

Love is the Father

Love is the Son

Love is the Spirit

They’re three-in-one

Love is in the Father

The Father is in love

Love is His Son

That came from above

Love died for you

Love died for me

Love hung from a cross

At Mount Calvary

Love defeated death

Love conquered the grave

Love overthrew sin

Love vanquished the Knave

Love rose again

Love ascended to heaven

Love says my child

It’s you I have forgiven

Love sent the Son

Love sent the Spirit

Love’s love is never

Dependent on merit

Love is forever

Love is eternal

Love is resplendent

Love is supernal

Love is here

Love is there

Love is all around

Love is everywhere

Love is all knowing

Love is all wise

Love is indomitable

Love does not despise

  

Love is gentle

Love is strong

Love is compassionate

Love does no wrong

When all is said

And when all is done

Love took my cross

Love is my crown

Love ascended

Love is coming back

Love will free us

From this mortal trap

Love has a book

With your name and mine

Love has a banqueting table

At which we will dine

And forever we will be

Where also is love

Be it on the earth

Or in heaven above

Stewart Russell © February 2018