Why Won't They Believe?

November 10, 1983

Why won't they come my heart cries out
why won't they believe in Him?
A gift so freely given in love
And yet they won't receive

If I offered them a shiny new bauble
Clothes, a car, or maybe a trip
There would be no hesitation then
They'd gladly accept that gift

You offer them the gift of life
Your precious, holy Son
The One who holds a matchless treasure
Freely bestowing love beyond measure

They could have it all if they would believe
Boundless horizons as the Master's child
The joy, peace and life's deeper meaning
All of this for just receiving

Their hearts seem cold and so unyielding
Some say, "No thanks, I have no need
They shake their head and shift their glance
Feet shuffle, they go, will there be another chance?

How it must grieve You when they refuse
Please help me to keep proclaiming the truth
They wander aimlessly, blinded by sin
But amid the masses is a soul to win.

Praise

November 9, 1983 - that November was a month of inspiration for me :-)

Praise RESOUNDS
It bounces off the walls and ceilings
It sails through the air on wings of joy

Praise REPLENISHES
It nourishes the weary soul and battle-scarred
It is healing balm for open, gaping wounds

Praise RESTORES
It springs us back in time to the joy of salvation
It clothes us in garments of righteousness once more

Praise RENEWS
It makes us sparkle and shimmer as new fallen snow
It fills us with hope, resolve and visions for tomorrow

Praise Him once more!

Seeds and Tears

This one is dated November 23, 1983:

Precious seed sown in tears
Weeping, praying and anxiously waiting
The seed that is so small you see
Brings forth life sown on bended knee

The sower must be a diligent one
And scatter it far and wide
So much will fall on barren land
When it filters from the sower's hand

Scattered seeds upon the land
The dusty, dry and barren land
But here and there some moistened soil
Where tears were part of the sower's toil

It falls, it dies, it brings forth life
The seed that was sown in tears
Fields are white unto the harvest
The gathering of souls is near

The one who carried a bag of seed
And scattered it throughout the land
Returns again this time rejoicing
Carrying the sheaves within His hand

Psalm 126:5-6
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and wept, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.

The Adversary

I came across "The Adversary" which was written November 13, 1983 and remains true today!

Prison bars are on the door
The walls are cold and damp
I cannot see the light of day
From this dusty floor on which I lay

I walked in here of my own free will
Thinking I would not tarry
But now it seems the door is locked
The key being held by the Adversary

He said it wouldn't be this way
He told me such a lie
A little here, a little there
I'm fearful now I'll die

He painted such a pretty picture
A graphic of his lie
And added such a sweet aroma
Surely, now I'll die

He changed my day to night
This murderer and father of lies
Why didn't I see him as he is
I was deceived by the angel of light

From the depths of my soul, I cry for help
I remember the light of day
The bars and chains will fall asunder
Calvary is the way

You are the one, the great I AM
Far greater and stronger than he
I know the way to be set free
It's your blood from Calvary

Please keep me from this prison of sin
I hate when I'm trapped within
You are the freedom my heart longs for
Oh, please don't let me go back through that door