tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10394412786435488232024-02-08T06:43:17.645-08:00WR AbshireWR Abshirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09856637613478753683noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039441278643548823.post-80298529489026585382012-03-02T15:15:00.000-08:002012-03-02T15:15:46.896-08:00New WebsitePlease visit my new website at www.wrabshire.com. We are still working on it but in the very near future all aspects of it will be working. Look for my first novel sometimes this year entitled, 'The Curse, the Diary and the Cross.'WR Abshirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09856637613478753683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039441278643548823.post-51880958373200287232011-02-23T19:19:00.001-08:002011-02-23T19:23:19.298-08:00<div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><b>FACE OF GRACE</b></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">There are those of My Fold,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">whose bodies are wrinkled and old,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">your eyes are straining to see.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Your natural bodies are decaying,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">the way of the earth it is going,</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">But inside you are young and free.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">A full life you have lived,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">with still much of My Love to give,</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Yet longing to be with Me.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Your heart’s bursting with joy,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">for at the end of life’s toil,</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Forever, you will live with Me.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">The world calls you useless and old<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">with no love for My Fold,</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">cares not for your suffering or pain.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">All good they think that they do,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">their deeds you see through,</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">greedy hearts seeking only for gain.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;">To your wisdom and truth youth listens not,</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">running to and fro in a fast hurried trot,</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">because My Peace they do not comprehend.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Their cry for judgment is from anger inside,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">not coming from My insight.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">They do not discern My working hand.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">You appreciate in the midst of life’s storms<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">the assuring calmness of my loving arms,</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">a peace this world cannot understand.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">But soon youth will come to your place<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">and the joy of the aged will show on their face.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Then eternity’s peace they will begin to comprehend.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">For in My Aged there is a beauty<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">of a quietness and serenity.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">That shows in their gray hair and wrinkled face.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">To some your walk, your talk is a little slow,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">they criticize and say you are really not in the flow.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">I am very old, can you see Me in their face?</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">But your heart I have seen<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">and time spent on your knees,</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">A little time in this world still remains.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">But soon you will be immortal,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">when you walk through Heaven’s portals,</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Then new eyes will behold the Lamb that was slain.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Oh yes children judgment is coming fast;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">with a sound from the Angel’s trumpet blast.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">And many will not finish the race.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It’s not speed by which you cross the line,</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">the blood of Jesus, the only Begotten Son of Mine.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">And the Father’s wondrous Mercy and Grace.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">So to those called by My Name,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">My Spirit and Word say the same.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Of My Fold you must give them place.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">In My eyes they are special to Me.<span class="apple-converted-space"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">For in these last few words you will see</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">A little mystery of God’s glorious face.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Cherish the little ones sent from above<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">and bring them up in the nurture of My Love.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">For they are the beginning of My Grace.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Despise not but respect My Aged Ones<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">of My Church they are still My lively stones.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">For they are the finishers of Life’s Race.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>WR Abshirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09856637613478753683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039441278643548823.post-11923540529419010042011-02-22T19:19:00.000-08:002011-02-22T19:19:11.923-08:00Nobody-ism<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Nobody-ism”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There is a ‘demon’ born out of the ashes of man’s rebellion in the garden that lurks in the soul of all mankind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is subtle but deadly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He shrouds himself in a form of humility that not many recognize.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is called ‘spiritual humility’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He cloaks himself with good works and an outward display of supposed love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all have to battle with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all have to be on our guards that he doesn’t creep in and tear down the defenses of our hearts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You may see this ‘demon’ in pastors, elders, deacons; or anyone who think themselves to be something in their ministry or their knowledge.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The Apostle Paul was given a thorn in the flesh, a messenger from Satan, to buffet him so that he wouldn’t think too highly of himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The apostle recognized this nemesis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps it took a while for him to see it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps it came to him not long after he rebuked Peter for Peter’s double mindedness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps he realized it after God spoke and said that His grace was sufficient.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This ‘demon’ will make you think that you are holier, more informed, more religiously educated than anyone else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And even when you will speak and confess, “oh no, brethren I am no better than any of you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Deep within will wait in the shadows those hideous claws ready to grip your soul with that pharisaical thought, “oh but yes I really am.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the back of your mind you will look down just a little at those around you.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>No one really knows what a child of God may act like in their personal time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many just like the publican will constantly be on their face confessing and thank God for his mercy towards them, while others will think that God can’t do without them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are many modern day preachers that are more interested in your self esteem making you feel good about yourselves that they are interested in your eternal soul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Remember the Pharisee prayed to ‘his god’ but the publican prayed to God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And we can see who came away justified.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The one who realized he was a nobody in need of God’s forgiveness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>WR Abshirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09856637613478753683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039441278643548823.post-58134173760356907872011-02-20T18:04:00.000-08:002011-02-20T18:04:55.627-08:00THE FLOWER, THE RUBY AND THE SON OF GOD<b><i><u><br />
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A flower dies in the winter when its usefulness has served God's purposes. Its beauty has been viewed and appreciated by those around. But God has seen its death and noticed how it died with no resistance. Its death has not gone unnoticed.<br />
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But death is not a finality to those things that are of an eternal value. Therefore think not that the failures in your life are for naught. What God values in you most is not what you deem as worth. Remember in death God's Son bought our souls. When we come to the end of ourselves then you will truly know Him. The Ruby is a gem that is clear but its depth is priceless. Oh, the depth and richness of the Son of God.<br />
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Even in death hears the voice of the flower. From a seedling it rises from earth drawing God's sunshine and therefore it grows. God wants to hear our voice cry out to Him. So that He may know us and we would know Him.<br />
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DOES HE KNOW YOU?WR Abshirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09856637613478753683noreply@blogger.com0