The island of the innocent

I've moved to the island of the innocent
where I was always and forever meant
to be
to be
For when men are cast down
I'll make this joyful sound -
There is a lifting up and
all you humble come and sup
And when I make a decree
it shall be established unto me
For when I pray He shall hear me this day
This Day that the Lord has made
will never fade
I will delight in the Almighty
and for every thought he has for me
And I lift my face unto him
for he is my defense and safety
and my salvation from my sin

Yes, I now dwell on the island of the innocent
where resides those who truly repent
and we are delivered by his purity
forever living splendidly

Begging

Hi everyone, just a quick note before today's poem. I will be on the radio here in Seoul every Saturday and Sunday evening throughout December at 8pm. Remember, that's 8pm Korean time. You can hear me at www.febc.net (go to the bottom of the page, click on the fm button) - Chris

Each of us is like the beggar
sitting outside the rich man's gate
helpless to feed ourselves
unable to change our fate
But if we choose to sit outside the gate of the King of Kings
Begging
We'll not be denied
a place inside
but we'll be invited in
Because our God cares for the lowly and the poor
and he demands that we care for them too
for truthfully my friend, compared to Heaven's store
we are all beggars, destitute
Our only position can be
to approach God on our knees
begging "oh Lord please, have mercy on me"

And when we've fed at his table and are satisfied
we should listen carefully for other beggar's cries
and invite them too, inside

Yes, when we "love one another"
we're simply caring for each poor sister and brother
So share my feast
with the very least
with the thirsty and the hungry
Sell all you have, give it to the poor, then come, follow me
Only with a heart fully committed to love,
can you be my disciple, you see"

Yes, we're all beggars, all of us, starving for love
the kind we can only find
in our precious, sweet God above
Now found in our hearts below
so let His love flow
freely let it go
so all in this sick world may know
the King of Love, loves them so....

Can I have my rib back?

Lord, I don't mind the woman you gave me
but there are times she's drivin' me crazy
Once in awhile, mind you not all the time
I'd like you to honor this request of mine -
Don't mean to sound like a sad sack
but Lord, could I please have my rib back?
I could do without the nagging and tongue wagging
the jumpin' my case, getting in my face,
constant scrutiny - tryin' to measure up to her standard for me
When things get too far out of whack,
Lord, I'd just like to get my rib back!
Remember how it was?
Just the two of us?
Just the guys hangin' - we never made a fuss!
Just once in awhile I'd like to take this tack -
Lord, can I please have my rib back?

And I felt your breath as you breathed inside of me
and my heart beats because you desire me
and if I lived to be 103
you'll never cease to amaze me

And I'm struck by your generosity
and by your constant pursuit of me
and may my days reciprocate your ways
and may I take care for my soul as well as you do
that at the end of this life I'll still belong to you...

For nothing has more value or worth
in or on this planet earth
than my soul you died to save
may I forever sing your praise

Jesus he ate with the poor and the blind and the lame
and if he was here today would he do the same?

Well he is here today - he walks the earth in you and me
and he still has much to say through anyone who believes

But before he speaks to their shame
his hands still desire to touch their pain
and before he calls them in
he wants to touch them in the midst of their sin

So will you allow him to go?
Will you allow him to show
this naked and lost world so full of shame,
will you go forth in his name?

Or will you sit in your church pew
never to know what he would have done
through you?

Yes Jesus spent most of his time
in the homes and the hearts of those guilty of crimes
Yes Jesus got dirty and he suffered so much
just so his hands could reach out and touch...

What else could we expect of Love?