When the six days of creation were finished,
God’s vigor was in no way diminished.
But on the seventh day, He rested,
And with Adam and Eve, He feted.
God sanctified the seventh-day Sabbath,
so that man would remember his Maker,
while resting from life’s jostling and jabbing,
and in God’s rest refreshment partaking.
From day one to day six God was working,
So, none of those days could be the Sabbath.
That is why he said man should work six days,
and rest on His seventh-day Sabbath.
The Sabbath reminds us of creation,
the antithesis of evolution.
Sabbath is of all days the chiefest,
its devotees include no atheists.
Man was made in the image of God,
but because of sin, he became flawed.
God has a plan for man’s recreation,
open to all who seek His salvation.
The Sabbath celebrates recreation
and redemption from sin and damnation.
Because Christ completed salvation’s work
Humans can rest from their own worthless works.
Categories:
chiefest, creation, god, humanity, religious,
Form: Rhyme
Hidden Treasures
In your heart I have placed hidden treasures
to be revealed only in My time,
for certain doors were kept shut for a purpose
till all things I had to set were in line.
For child, you are My chosen vessel
one more rare, My child, than even you know,
for great plans I have prepared for your life just ahead
and soon for Me you will go.
Then child, all of these hidden treasures
that I have stored down deep in your heart,
will burst forth from you, My precious one
giving others as well a beautiful new start.
So be glad for the time that you have had to wait
for I’ve done a mighty work from within,
and soon you will see my blessings pour forth
and thousands of souls you will win.
But My love is the chiefest of treasures
and it has saturated the inside of your heart,
pouring forth now from your pen and your paper
giving the whole world a blessed new art.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
June 23, 1994
Categories:
chiefest, work, writing,
Form: Free verse
It is the middle of the night, alone
And the darkness is a sad sight…alone
When your demons you fight alone.
Yet so it can be in daylight if alone
While you listen to your heart pound alone.
You seek rays of hope as you look around…alone.
Vulnerability is profound alone.
No, nothing so sinister as the sound of alone.
What disease have we all contained within? Alone!
It is as dark as the chiefest of sins. Alone.
No one knows how or why or its origin…alone
Nor can we pinpoint where it ends, this alone.
No one can fix it: no drug, no friend…alone;
We are meant, by ourselves, to mend it alone.
By our Creator we are placed here not alone
Yet we always seem to round that bend: Alone.
For years, I have struggled and tried and fought alone;
I’ve read, written, cried and sought to be not alone
But even in crowds I am caught in the web of alone.
I’ve learned much from the lessons taught by alone;
I’ve yet to know what it was that brought me to alone.
I suppose we each must go deep inside to stop alone.
If one has spirituality, one is not alone;
So I’ll be all right because that I’ve got, though I’m alone.
Categories:
chiefest, depression, loss, drug,
Form: List
My father, hear my cry...
Theres a soul oe'r bound by sorrow, weary, worn and troubled:
bent beneath a load of sin and woe, knowing only fear, sinking in it's own mire
and walking to and fro in this awful maze of sin.
Lost and undone, this weary one.
My father, touch her heart...
Fill the emptyness within with grace, just one touch from thee and her anguish
dissipates. Deliver this weary soul from the darkness of sin,
teach her thy ways and lead her into the pathway of life.
Make her thine own, this weary one.
My father, hear my prayer...
Your mercy is great, Your love eternal and answered are my prayers.
Your works are done in truth and all You begin, You finish and now to thee I bring a
wayward sinner. Mend her heart in Your grace and cover her in thy blood; this weary one
My father, Your grace is marvelous...
By it You save sinners, lifting them in thy love. I am the chiefest of sinners,
to me You have made this known, now in humbleness of mind and heart I come to thee.
Reveal her sin unto her and show her thou art the way, at Your feet I lay, this weary one.
Categories:
chiefest, devotion, faith, happiness, hope,
Form: Dramatic Monologue