Book of Deliverance 15:1-19 references the song of Moses and the Lamb. It appears as the first and only of its kind. Henceforth, some of the other musically inclined Levites took up the task. My, after a thorough look, I see it is composed of neither rhyme, verse, nor any structure. Yet the Lord calls it a song of his victory. Writers of the Middle Ages would refer to it as a ballad, a long lyrical melody telling of a journey. Then there is todays modern songs. Many of these could not be considered elemental poetry by any sense of the definition. Maybe we should redefine our strict conceptions of the word song. If Moses could write such a thing and the Lord considered it music, what could you do for him. See, for me it all started with an abandoned notebook found in a thrift store. The Song of Moses was my very first entry as a young thing with hardly any lyrical talent of mention. If the Lord could fill an empty notebook with many pretty words just think what he could do with you. Perhaps you might be saying to yourself, not very much. Remember the widow with her lost mite. How she rested not until her lost talent was found. So, the Lord does with some of us resting not until we are found. If you are neither among the lost nor found, perhaps you need only to trust him or something small as that may be. Then as the old songwriter says, God does the rest.
With Love
BY FAITH
By faith in the Father,
Through faith in the Son,
Through faith in the Spirit –
Three in one.
Some brought down kingdoms,
Turned armies to flight,
Shut the mouths of the lions,
And overcame the fight.
Some were beaten cruelly.
Still others were slain,
Sawn, hewn, and torn apart.
But Christ was their gain.
All are our examples
Of how we should live.
In all things some were victors.
Others they had to forgive.
By faith in the Father,
Through faith in the Son,
With faith in the Spirit
Their forever home won.
THE OLD STORY
Tell me the old, old story.
I want to hear it again;
How God left his home in glory
To die for sinful men.
How he lived everyday
Sharing his will for us to obey.
When all was accomplished
He went to the cross.
Laid in the tomb in sadness,
Rose victorious over sin,
Went back to Gods right hand –
Jesus, the Savior of men.
Then wont you tell me again?
I want to hear of his love;
Then go to a world that is dying
And tell them of our Father above.
RIPPLES
A ripple in the stream
Hints of rapids further on.
I wonder what my lot will be
In seasons not yet gone.
The stream grows deeper
As it turns around the bend;
It rushes, pushes madly on.
I know not where it will end.
In joy, distress, or trial
My lot comes from above.
It is safe to trust and rest completely
In my Fathers hands of love.
TO BUFFY
Buffy is an old dog
And her years number thirteen.
But this dog makes memories
Wherever she goes.
When she is happy to see you
She would wave her paws
And she would be sure to have some tricks to do.
Buffy is a good dog.
I must close this poem
But thanks for sharing Buffy with us.
We enjoyed her a lot.
TRAVELING
Precious Lord,
My hand to take
Let me not
Make no mistake.
It might be just
A little while
To wander on I go
Through many a mile.
Precious Lord
Lead me onward
To Heavens glory land
Bring me homeward.