Preacher women what’s that you say You say that Christ died for me one day
You say he took my place on the cross of Calvary You say he loves me, and wants the best for me
Oh preacher women you must be crazy don’t you see Christ would never die for a cool dude like me
I am way to smart to believe what you say I have planned my life in my own way
I have an earring in my nose, and my hair stick up just right My clothes they are so classy they hang, down just right
I am just way to cool for Jesus can’t you see Please preacher lady do not preach to me
Jesus would not like my music, or any of my friends you see And even if I believed in Jesus, can't you see all of my friends would abandon me
Even if I believed... All you have said is true How would I explain him to all the folks I knew
What’s that preacher lady what’s that you say Jesus loves me any way
Oh preacher lady see the tears fall from my eyes I will accept him as I kneel here and by your side As the tears keep falling from my eyes, washing away all my anger and my pride
Oh preacher lady I’m glad I stopped to listen to you Because you see my Jesus is a very cool dude too
The picture above remind me of my Grandson, when he was a small tyke. He used to sing his little heart out opening his mouth just as in the picture. How I loved my little boy, what a joy he was to his Grandma. Still praying him into the Kingdom, he is so close just needs to enter the gate.
If you read this poem would you agree with me in prayer for all our young people to come to Jesus!
Father God,
I come before you praying for the youth in our land, to give thier hearts and lives to Jesus. May they become brand new lives in the Kingdom of God. We need young new Timothy's who from his birth up served God, and was great blessing in the Kingdom of God.
Amen
(2 Timothy 1: 1-7)Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God, according to the promise of life that is in Christ Jesus, To Timothy, my dear son: Grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord.
Encouragement to Be Faithful
I thank God, whom I serve, as my forefathers 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 have been 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 God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.
(NIV)
(Ecclesiates 12:6-8)
Honor and enjoy your Creator while you're still young, Before the years take their toll and your vigor wanes, Before your vision dims and the world blurs And the winter years keep you close to the fire.
In old age, your body no longer serves you so well. Muscles slacken, grip weakens, joints stiffen. The shades are pulled down on the world. You can't come and go at will. Things grind to a halt. The hum of the household fades away. You are wakened now by bird-song. Hikes to the mountains are a thing of the past. Even a stroll down the road has its terrors. Your hair turns apple-blossom white, Adorning a fragile and impotent matchstick body. Yes, you're well on your way to eternal rest, While your friends make plans for your funeral. Life, is lovely while it lasts, is soon over. Life as we know it, precious and beautiful, ends. The body is put back in the same ground it came from. The spirit returns to God, who first breathed it. It's all smoke, nothing but smoke. The Quester says that everything's smoke.
GENTLE HEART MINISTRIES
