The Genuine Article

Bank tellers aren't 'trained' to identify counterfeit notes,
They just know, its like an unwritten thing,
They handle the genuine article so much they just know something's amiss with this,
It don't feel right, it don't look right, it don't bend the way the others do.
Christians weren't born perfect,
They just know and accept the Truth and eternal life,
So should I compare Christians to bank notes? Or can I, should I compare them to something else?
A Louis bag?
I should really compare them to the Real Article
Do they speak gently like Him? Are they quick to forgive like Him? Are they slow to judge like Him? Do they leave judging to Him?
But sadly, very sadly sometimes Christians are like a fake Louis Vuitton bag
They have the label,
They pretend to walk like He did, but it ain't genuine,
There's a long list of things we do as Christians that just don't imitate Christ,
See God knew that we might be fake,
But He manifested Himself in flesh,
His Son,
To make up for our fakeness, our sins,
Cuz we all fall,
Short,
But we should get up,
His only begotten Son,
The Genuine Article,
To walk this earth we now roam,
As a living example,
He died so we could live,
Live as imitators of what He did,
He wept, He stooped, He spread the Gospel and spoke life,
He sacrificed, He submitted to His Father's Will,
And when He left He sent His Holy Spirit to convict our hearts when we fall out of our Father's Will
I am genuine, not by power, not by my might, but purely by His Spirit that is alive in me.
Now one last thing,
Would the real genuine article please stand up!

ONE Race, ONE Blood

Big lips,
Blue eyes,
Dark skin,
Skinny hips,
Thick thighs,
Pointy nose,
Straight hair,
Small eyes,
The definition of race is: a class of people with a specific identity and culture.
Sharing the same characteristics, for the most part the same beliefs, the same traditions,
Looking the same and talking the same.
One race.
But in the race for Christ the only thing that matters is the blood,
Is so......so........ je ne sais quoi
Because what it does is changes our identity,
No matter how we look, what language we talk, no matter how we look,
Once we tap into His blood,
One songwriter puts it "doesn't matter what colour You are as long as Your blood was red"
Once we repent confess and accept,
Once His blood runs through our veins,
We change, the race no longer matters,
The race becomes irrelevant and insignificant,
The race becomes about the endurance and not speed,
We conform,
To His likeness,
On our lips is the language of love,
On our faces is the countenance of peace,
In our hearts is that joy unexplainable,
We become a peculiar people,
Set aside to stand out,
We become living ornaments of worship,
We are slow to judge and quick to forgive,
We become a spiritual class of people,
Our spiritual DNA runs from the cross at Calvary,
That blood we partake of as was written in 1 Corinthians 11:25,
We drink, we believe,
We are no longer bound to the races, beliefs or traditions of this world,
But BORN AGAIN,
Receiving a blood transfusion,
To be one in Him,
To be under God,
ONE race, with ONE blood running through our veins,
Who's blood is in your veins?
Who's your Daddy?
03/06/2012

Longsuffering: Blood, Sweat And Tears

Blood, Sweat And Tears
Blood of Jesus shed on Calvary,
Sweat droplets in the garden of Gethsamane,
In that same garden He cried out,
They say tears are a language He understands:
You'll never remember me for my trophy I held up in the end,
But you'll remember greatly if the enemy punched me and twisted my face to the side,
The story of Job isn't most called upon to remember the blessings he got back in the end,
But for the loss, pain and mockery he had to endure,
Endure,
He had to endure!
His own friends had to question this God he chose to serve,
You sent Your Son to die on the cross,
And yes Lord, we remember His triumphant resurrection but whats laid up even more in our hearts?
The cross He had to carry,
The beatings He had to take,
The crown of thorns and the nails in His hands and feet,
He Had to endure,
He prayed so hard His sweat turned to blood,
That's the agony He had to go through,
He cried to His Dad,
"If it's Your will take this cup away from Me"
It hurts too much Daddy, I don't know if I can do it,
But He did it anyway,
Through Blood, Sweat and Tears,
He showed us the standard of a champion,
That all though it's okay to win,
Make sure it's for a cause,
"nevertheless, not My will but Yours be done"
When He said "it is finished" I'm sure He meant the blood, sweat and tears,
We can rejoice in death,
Because He did rise again,
True love suffers long, but true love lasts forever.