| Talk about destiny...
I wrote this poem when I was 12 years old. (1987) I clearly remember being in the church pews of our home church, Greater Mount Olive Baptist Church in Waco, Texas. My grandmother, Mama Georgia (Georgia M. Harvey), had taken me with her to Choir practice. She and Granddaddy (Isaiah T. Harvey) were very deep in the church and she was in the Gospel Choir with a lot of her friends. I remember being there and I was readin' something in the Bible. And my grandmother and the choir were singing "Jesus is a Rock" and this poem came to me. I'm typing this from looking at actual typewritten page that my grandparents (God rest them) actually saved since 1987.
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The Church is a wonderful place to stay,
Dusk or dawn, night or day.
You know, the big building with the little steeple,
that's full of loving and caring people?
Who's ready to help in any way they can...
boy, girl, woman, or man.
Not only do they have singers and teachers,
but this place also has deacons and preachers.
Preaching and teaching the Word of Christ...
The enlightening Scriptures are very, very nice.
The Word, the preaching of Christ, is very, very noble.
It makes people all over the world spiritually and physically whole.
Oh, man, it's so much fun...
To listen how God sent His only Son.
Listening to this, makes people happy and true,
and that's why I say to you...
The most uplifting place to be,
Is in God's House.
Just Come. You'll see.
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I think about what I'm doing right now...and how I loathed the very idea of going into ministry in 1994-95.
Talk about destiny.
Thank you for saving me, Lord Jesus.
For the Glorification of the Father in the Son by the Spirit,
One Love
I thank God, whom I serve, as my ancestors did, with a clear conscience, as night and day I constantly remember you in my prayers. Recalling your tears, I long to see you, so that I may be filled with joy. I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.
For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline. So do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord or of me his prisoner. But join with me in suffering for the gospel, by the power of God, who has saved us and called us to a holy life—not because of anything we have done but because of his own purpose and grace. This grace was given us in Christ Jesus before the beginning of time, but it has now been revealed through the appearing of our Savior, Christ Jesus, who has destroyed death and has brought life and immortality to light through the gospel. And of this gospel I was appointed a herald and an apostle and a teacher. That is why I am suffering as I am. Yet this is no cause for shame, because I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him until that day.
What you heard from me, keep as the pattern of sound teaching, with faith and love in Christ Jesus. Guard the good deposit that was entrusted to you—guard it with the help of the Holy Spirit who lives in us.
Sir, yes, sir!! 
God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them.
"I love, therefore I am in I Am." Post Edited (One Love) : 10/28/2008 5:09:30 PM (GMT-5) |