There in the garden

Yesterday morning I was thinking about Cat being away on the international outreach in London and I was struck that what they are holding out to these international students is not a faith system, or an ideology or religion, but Jesus. And that will start or continue a journey for all of them that brings them to either accept or reject the claims of Jesus recorded in the bible. Though in truth, as a Christian I believe that our choice to walk away from a relationship with God began in a garden, many years ago. How amazing it is that he still pursues us to restore it now!

There in the garden

There in the garden,

my shame complete.

I chose to take what

I did not need.

For all the riches

that I could want

had been given me in God

A piece of fruit

my biggest fall,

yet not the fruit

but my all in all

was what I lost

that cursed day

I chose myself over my god.

For the life he'd given me was good

though lacking every modern thing

In the garden, I walked with God,

After I only walked in sin.

There on the hilltop,

my anger raged

against a man from Galilee

As he lay there

nailed to a cross

he bid his Father forgive me

and with a cry

he breathed his last

yet there was love there

in those eyes.

I'd been so lost

but in that moment

I was no longer despised.

For the life he'd given up was good

so blameless that he took my sin.

On that hilltop, I looked on God

the God who took away my sin.

There on that mountain

when Christ returns

and every eye at last shall see

my sin forgotten,

my life restored,

he shall return in victory.

And this old Earth

shall melt away

restored to how it once was made

no longer strangers

but sons we'll reign

beside our God.

For the life he's given me is good

it will not tarnish nor grow old

but but ever draws me on to his day

when he will glorious, return.

TheWeeScottie

Everlasting God

Some thoughts on how God is trinity (Father, Son and Holy Spirit) a couple of Sunday mornings ago prompted me to write a poem. And it is this amazing truth of God being Father, Son and Holy Spirit that sets him apart for me as a Christian.

Everlasting God

There in the beginning

Before all things were made

Father, Son and Spirit

the one-ness of God displayed.

Enjoying each other

sufficient together

the Trinity lived as one.

The everlasting God just was,

The Father, Spirit and Son.

There in creation

the whole world was yours

created by your hand

alone as sovereign God you stand.

All power was yours

yet you chose to create

a people t call your own.

The everlasting God worked there,

The Father, Spirit and Son.

There on the beam of the cross,

you were there in all, God.

Though we heckled and spat on

the lamb that you sent down

and Jesus contained my sin,

while the Father was forced to forsake

and the Spirit waited to come

the everlasting God,

spent for humanity.

There at the end of the age,

sin then no more,

the Son will return

as burning hearts yearn.

Victory complete,

the Everlasting God still will be!

Satan defeated,

and us with God united,

for all eternity.

TheWeeScottie

Good shepherd

Hey guys, I've been out of the blogdom since before Christmas but have been writing mostly poetry in the time gone by so I thought I'd post a couple of poem while I think through what my blog is for.

The first is about shepherd who finds on returning to the sheep pen that he is missing one of his sheep. Such is his love for that sheep that he leaves the other 99 and goes after the 1 that is missing. Such is his love. This is the story.

The good shepherd

The rain fell fast

and the wind blew cold

as the shepherd huddled

inside the sheep fold.

He counted once

and once again,

just to be sure

all his sheep were home.

But where 100 should be

only 99 stood,

So, taking his crook

and donning his hood,

He closed up the gate,

his love burnt like the sun,

and leaving the rest

he set out for the one.

The good shepherd walked

out into the dark night

searching the hilltops

by the guttering moonlight.

Every pasture he checked,

then when all those were through,

to the back-ways he went

looking pleasant and green

but easy to get lost

and lose where you'd been.

As darkness drew closer,

the shepherd ploughed on

the love in his heart

was the light that he shone,

til far in the distance

a faint bleat he heard

bursting into a run

by his lost lamb's cry, spurred,

and there on a cliff

was the sheep that he sought,

bedraggled and wet,

forlorn and distraught.

Then onto his sholders

the good shepherd hung

the poor tired sheep;

its master had come.

And back to the city

the good shepherd ran,

such was his joy at finding his lamb.

For though it was lost

in the darkness, alone,

the good shepherd came

and brought his lamb home.

TheWeeScottie