Jesus And Java

Jesus and Java

I sit on my porch drinking coffee
Never failing to find you there
Always talking of needs and wants
Sometimes selfishly…… I dare

Not consider this burden you haul
A pure sacrifice of adoring love
To a wicked generations of me
Whom have been gifted a heaven above

The amazing Grace all around us
And we’re marching like hypnotized clones
While you forgive wretches like me
Still were casting our hypocrite stones

Ever conflicted I hear your voice
Warm as honey in my soul
Promising me truth in your freedom
To make this rancid heart whole

Someday I’ll breathe my last tomorrow
With hopes My Savior will appear
To take my hand and lead me home
Whispering his solace in my ear

For not a dreary day has come
That you haven’t led my way
From my darkness to your light
Eternally .. grateful.. I patiently pray

Devotion by Max Lucado | The Almighty Jehovah | https://thealmightyJehovah.com

Look for God

With the passing of years, Henry’s life had changed. His children were grown. The neighborhood was different. He was unhappy. He asked his minister if he was unhappy for some sin he’d committed. “Yes,” the wise pastor replied. “The sin of ignorance. One of your neighbors is the Messiah in disguise, and you have not seen him.”

With time, Henry saw things in people he’d never seen. When others spoke he listened. After all, he might be listening to the Messiah. The bounce returned to his step. His eyes took on a friendly sparkle. He said, “All I know is that things changed when I started looking for God.”

Now, that’s curious. The old man saw Jesus because he didn’t know what he looked like. The people in Jesus’ day missed him because they thought they did. How are things looking in your neighborhood?

The Next Door Savior

In the aftermath of 9/11 a group of religious leaders was invited to come to Washington and pray with President Bush. The group was well-frocked and well-known. You might wonder if I felt out of place. The only time I wear a robe is when I step out of the shower.

But when it came my turn to meet George W. Bush, I added, “And Mr. President, I was raised in Andrews, Texas—a half-hour drive from your hometown.” He smiled that lopsided smile and let his accent drawl ever so slightly. “Why, I know your town. I’ve walked those streets. I’ve even played your golf course.” It was nice to know that the president knew my home.

How much nicer to know the same about God. Yes, he rules the universe. Yes, he has walked your streets. He’s still the next door Savior. Jesus – above all powers? You bet he is!

Jesus and Java

Related Posts

Look for God

The Next Door Savior

navigation

links

subscribe