Against The Grain

Against The Grain

As we travel the paths of life,

Dealing with stress and strain,

Our faith is tested and forged by fire,

As we traverse against the grain.

With so many forks in so many roads,

The myriad choices can drive us insane,

It’s hard to determine the proper direction,

As we traverse against the grain.

The cold winds blow, the dust storms flow,

The tides wax and wane,

There doesn’t appear to be much calm,

As we traverse against the grain.

Jesus stated that we would suffer such strife,

By carrying the Cross on which He was slain,

The heathens rage, scoff, and scorn,

As we traverse against the grain.

A prophet of old spoke for the Lord,

“To live is Christ, to die is gain”,

But too many voices now speak for themselves,

As we traverse against the grain.

Their messages are empty – generic in form,

Gushing like tempests that bellow in vain,

They somehow are emboldened to exalt themselves,

As we traverse against the grain.

Our journey now brings us to this point in time,

Shadows of THE END are visibly plain,

The tares have infiltrated amongst the wheat,

As we traverse against the grain.

Trust in God and read the Word,

So as to withstand the hurricane,

Don’t pay heed to “feelings” or “dreams”,

As we traverse against the grain.

The Lord didn’t die at Calvary,

Or suffer that excruciating pain,

For us to now listen to the utterances of “man”,

As we traverse against the grain.

The time has come to separate,

From a world that holds us in disdain,

No longer will we need to seek shelter here,

For we have finished traversing against the grain.

Friends, BIC, SIC, Brethren:   We are at the end -- look up, for our redemption drawath near!!!

I don't know how many hours, or days, or weeks are left, but my gut-feeling tells me that it isn't a whole lot.

I look forward to seeing you all on the other side!

Your pal,

Humbly