A Time For Every Purpose What is our very purpose? Have we thoroughly planted our seeds? This is no time to rend or kill, We have approached the end of time, We confess that we are sinners, It is hard to build and edify, Although Christians wish to laugh, But our time to mourn is ending, Sadly, only a portion choose to accept, In these days of war and hate, So let us lift our heads to Heaven, We will no longer suffer the attacks, Wonderful. Thanks for sharing. Truly sin, evil and wickedness abound. They always have. We know full well that we were placed here so that the Lord could test our hearts. Weeding out those who would not be happy or thrive in His presence! If the world doesn't appreciate our agape and personalized love of Christ here, what would make anyone think they could do so in Heaven?! Herein is the wisdom of God. Though we were all made in His image and likeness, not all will allow Him to further conform us to be more like Him! Many are called, but few are chosen. In this time, this is our purpose! Who knows what constrains the Lord's return?! His timing is perfect. TR Thanking the Lord for your gifting's. :bible A big AMEN to that Sis! TR Thank you for sharing your insight and gift. I greatly appreciate your gift. I can so relate and long for the last two verses, the day when we will no longer have to fight or witness the evil that is growing and this with the restrainer still on earth. :yes: :thankyou :prayer-hands:
It must be more than to live or die;
Our Foundation better be built upon Jesus,
For the Midnight Hour draweth nigh.
Or watered those that were previously sewn?
Have we embraced the Son of God,
And done what He has clearly shown?
We must continue to obediently plow;
Only Jesus can bring the increase,
And heal our hearts in the “here and now”.
Which explains the darkness of the hour;
The Season looms right before our faces,
The Fig Tree is finally ready to flower.
Without much to offer our King,
Wishing only to please the Father,
And hear the Angels gloriously sing.
When the world is rapidly breaking down;
The unjust continue to worship perishable stones,
While the faithful seek Eternal Crowns.
The truth causes us to weep,
Our voices have been rendered silent,
By a world so steadfastly asleep.
And we will soon be very excited,
To find ourselves attending The Wedding,
For which everyone was invited.
The Gift of Grace so freely submitted;
While the prideful cast away their souls,
The Children of God are humbly admitted.
When prideful ego just won’t cease,
The Brethren await a Blessed Hope,
That will bring everlasting Peace.
And gaze into the sky,
Jesus will meet us in the clouds,
And save us from a world gone horribly awry.
Of an enemy breaking through to steal;
All Praise, Honor, and Glory,
Belong to the Potter at the Wheel.
