His
Holy Feet
“Did His feet in
ancient times
Once walk upon our mountains green
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On America’s pleasant pastures seen?”
Did not
the revolutionary cry
Of truth, honesty and virtue
Bless our culture and mores,
Or did His presence bid adieu?
Wasn’t His presence upon our shores,
Who welcomed the Pilgrims to our
site?
What about Yorktown, and the framing
Of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights?
Did not His Spirit give guidance
In the founding of Christian Schools?
Did not His teachings influence
Public Schools without ridicule?
Has not His Divine
presence
Effected marriage and the home,
And public and private worship?
But how true is this down-home?
Has His presence been
ignored?
Have we traded upon His grace?
Has man become his own god?
Will not we meet Him face to face?
(c) Rex Henderson 2003
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Leaves and Life
Scampering, dancing,
yielding
To the cadence of gently blasts
The leaves are having a jamboree
Not knowing their destiny till last.
They pile about the
brush and trees
Then settle down to rest a bit
And finally enrich the soil
Leaving behind their benefits.
Our lives are about
the same,
In youth we dream and dance
And flutter toward maturity
Seeking the whole world to enhance.
Then in peak of
muscle and mind
We labor through time’s little while
And then retire in golden age,
The sweetest journey of the mile.
Then we’ll bid
goodbye for a day
To those so wonderfully dear
To awaken in His Spirit
Where we will never shed a tear.
(c) Rex
Henderson 2003
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The Sentence of Life
Children may play in make-believe
World. “When I was a child, I thought
As a child…as a man I put
Away childish things.” As we ought.
Jesus introduces stern realities.
Every man is under the sentence
Of life. The way of the broad gate
Is self destruction, self indulgence,
Broad to begin, but narrows to
Destruction under crushing pressure.
The narrow gate by repentance and faith,
But widens to abundant life secure.
The Pharisees refused to face reality.
They chose the broad way, indiscreet,
Given to rituals and duties. They reminded
Jesus of children playing in the street.
Like Children playing, they played at Religion. They
took the broad way
Of shifting sand where angry roares the
Storm, and the house is swept away.
Jesus calls aloud in the streets. “O heedless
Ones, how long will you choose to mock.”
Be like the wise man who built wisely
His house upon the Rock.
(c) Rex H. Henderson
2003
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