ASHES TO ASHES

ASHES TO ASHES

 
By: Kevin Evans
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
Life hurts, our hearts become hardened, tough, calloused,
We push back, block, medicate, stay numb, rather than feel emotional hurt and pain.
Our adversary stands by observing and steeped in the blackest of sin,
He hates, he waits,
To sell you a lie,
He strikes you down with words and false accusations,
Then proudly he appears as an angel of light,
Smooth talking, smiling, smirking and arrogant, possessing charisma and popular clout,
His whispering charms creep around and through you, grasping for your agreement, a place to hang out?
Whispering spewing his thoughts in your mind, to sew seeds of slanderous lies not truth, lustful thoughts, unrighteous fear, unholy doubt.
He will puff you up just like a balloon,
Flattering you to agree with his boasting and foolish pride,
His evil grin widens for he knows that soon,
You will fall and dive to the depths of disgrace,
Then he will clothe you with darkness, guilt and shame, to make you want to hide your face.
He will mock you and tell you
You are the worst of all beings,
He will steal away your innocence your beauty, youth and grace.
He’ll sour your taste and smell,
He never wants you smile, laugh, love, share, help another, offer light, or to give,
He wants to suck your soul dry,
He does it by getting you to believe his lies,
He wants to make you selfish, a victim, lying all the while, saying you deserve it all, just like him.
Remember he is the king of selfishness, pride, hate, and sin.

His justice is coming
And ours is coming too!

Our only salvation?
Believe the truth.
Believe that God loves us
Proven at the cross,

Jesus died for you, for me, and paid the absolute and final price for every person, every sin.
Once and for all.
And never again
There are no exclusions
Absolutely as none at all.

It’s not how good you are
Rather that you know how bad you have been.
Only can you know this
when In His light you stand
Then choose, change your mind, ask Him to change your heart.
Die to yourself
Let His Holy Spirit in.

A new creation, He shall make you
He calls being born again
You now become
One with the father, the Son, The Holy Spirit.
One with the Great I am.
Christ rose from the grave
And so shall you
Seated in heavenly places
Sealed by His Spirit
Made right by His perfect love and sacrifice

Oh what great mercy
How sweet is his Grace
That we could be forgiven
Washed by his blood🩸
All our sins erased.

So come my Lord Jesus
Now please I pray
may your Kingdom come
Forever, now and always
Your precious will be done

Restore me in your presence
Your child in love and awe
Your power, Your Kingdom, Your Glory
To you alone belong.

Amen



THE LAND OF THE FREE

By Anita Mondragon
 
I wrote the following poem years ago while remembering the passing of my dad and my mother-in-law.  I think of them often…them, and other loved ones that have gone on to be with Jesus.  I still feel the pangs of loneliness from time to time, and yes…even regret at things I failed to tell them while they were here; things that would have meant the world to them.  IF I’d only said them!  Things like, “I love you so much!” … or, “I’m sorry that I hurt you!”  I know they are in a wonderful place, and all the bad, sad things that happened here on earth are far from their minds now.
 
I also wrote this poem for those loved ones that I will leave behind some day.  I don’t want them to be sad at what was said or not said, what was done or left undone.  I want them to know that I have gone on to be with Jesus.  I want them to know that they can see me again IF they will just call on HIS name and ask for forgiveness.  I hope to see you there! -anita
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When you stand before my grave,
And hear birds in the trees nearby;
 
When the Spring morning shakes her rain-drenched hair above,
Don’t be sad!  Don’t weep!  Don’t cry!
 
I’m not really here in this dark, dank place.
I fly with the angels and I stare at the face…
 
The face of the ONE who died, just for me!
And I smile, and I marvel at all that I see!
 
If you could be here, and know what I know,
You’d wish it were YOU that had been called to go! 
 
So, get down on you knees, and ask that your sin
Be washed clean in HIS blood…then, I’ll see you again!
 
On this beautiful shore, where forever we’ll rest…
In the land of the free, and the home of the blest!