Am I Saved? Last night, He doesn't have me function as others, I've never heard the Voice of God, I haven't spoken in a foreign tongue, Sometimes I have looked at "perfect dates", Once Saved, Always Saved, Who is right? Who is wrong? Quite often my faith has been very weak, I haven't lived a perfect life, Will this all keep me out of Heaven? Am I as unworthy and lost as I'm led to believe, I must confess I'm not a star, He died on the Cross for my wretched sins, I no longer doubt my Eternal fate, The arrogant can continue to spout and blow, I won't let the haughty diminish my thunder, May God bless you all in these last days, my friends! Beautiful prose. Sometimes we all seem to doubt that it might all be too true to be so, for us! Once we ascend to the notion that it's not in our hands, but His we can rest. For once we turn ourselves fully and truly into His subjection, we then can resign ourselves to His unsearchable and inexplicable love! Even so, I can still often ask not if I am saved, but why?! Why would He save me? Why would He want to? Who am I Lord?!!!! TR very gifted, H.I. ~ ~ may our Lord continue to show off your gift ~ in the Light of the Spirit's leading expressed well , , fully we shall see Him soon, oh, no more on earth to 'drift' ~~ Christ draws us to His Heart, ~ in Him, we are blessed to dwell ~~ Thank you, Humbly Irrelevant. Your words here are certainly not irrelevant... and they strike a comfortingly resonant chord in us watchers who visit here. Unlike the unwise virgins who counted on their own works to translate into salvation, they were sadly mistaken! But for those who have given the Lord their hearts, and in any wise partaken of the sufferings of the Lord, have the full assurance of their salvation! Indeed, we are also told that we are numbered with Christ when those that hated Christ, hate us also! Further consolation is that the Lord sees and knows who His beloved are! TR I have heard a pastor say that asking questions and having doubts is a great sign of our faith. When we ask questions of God and have doubts, we can turn to the Bible for answers and our faith matures through the struggle. May God soon bring relief to those struggling, but may we also keep turning to Him for answers.
As I lay me down to sleep,
The Lord put these thoughts inside my head,
To contemplate and to truly keep.
He has me convey His Thoughts in prose,
Although so many don't like poetry,
I've accepted that's just the way it goes.
Audibly speak into my ears,
I haven't had a prophetic dream,
Although I've read many over the years.
Or been given the gift to proselytize,
I've never witnessed a vision from God,
That danced and flickered before my eyes.
Which came and passed on by,
The numbers all aligned so well,
Who really knows the reason why?
This argument never seems to abate,
Pre-Trib, Mid-Trib, or Post Trib views,
Just inflame never-ending debate
Will it matter in the end?
The confusion today will flee at once,
When the Good Lord chooses to descend.
Much smaller than a mustard seed,
I know the Word -- yet I still sin,
I'm simply a Christian of lesser-breed.
I'm ashamed at things I've done,
I haven't always stayed the course,
And have often resembled the Prodigal Son.
Will I possibly be ignored and left behind?
Will Jesus come and Rapture His Church,
Leaving me stranded here and in a bind?
By the self-exalted who seek to steal all joy?
Or is this all part of a grander scheme --
Another stratagem in the devil's ploy?
I won't be on the Heavenly Honor Roll,
But my Savior holds me in His Hands,
Guarding my heart, my mind, and my soul.
And said "IT IS FINISHED" before I was born,
He provided access to His Throne,
When the Temple Veil was miraculously torn.
My sins were ALL washed at Calvary,
Although unworthy, by the Cross I'm saved,
The Lord has forever set me free.
They can bluster like hurricanes,
They can form their own proud conclusions,
But they’ll be the ones enduring the rains.
My lightning will streak across the sky,
My heart is filled with the Holy Spirit,
Jesus has promised that I will soar and fly.
Humbly
