Friday, June 21, 2019

Two Roads Or Three? (Poem)

 Two Roads Or Three?

There are two roads you can travel on,
Maybe three at the most -
One is broad and one is narrow;
One seems a little bit of both;
One is boundless and so easy;
One is hard and rough sometimes;
The third road takes some effort -
There are so many hills left to climb.

The first road is the world;
It’s the simplest one to choose.
It doesn’t take much effort -
You don’t need any special clues.
Be self-willed, keep on walking,
Make your own path day by day,
Don’t ever look to Jesus.
From His Word just keep away.

The second road is tougher -
Not to start on, but to stay.
It takes God’s amazing grace,
And saving faith to light the way.
It takes believing wholly in Jesus,
Trusting the Saviour, tried and true.
God’s love and sinless sacrifice
Already paved the way for you.

The third road is the most difficult:
There’s no redeeming light of day -
You must trust your own religion
And try to make it your own way.
You give a token belief in God’s Word,
Add your traditions and each good deed...
There’s destruction straight ahead -
The warning signs you just won’t heed.

The first road is the broad way -
The way to Hell is its intent.
The narrow way is through God’s Son:
The Gospel is Heaven-sent.
The third road is for “righteous” Pharisees,
But the bones and filthy rags are so immense.
You can only receive or reject Jesus Christ,
Because the Devil owns the fence!

November 19th, 1998
Jerry Bouey

Matthew 7:13-14 Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

Matthew 23:25-28 Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess. Thou blind Pharisee, cleanse first that which is within the cup and platter, that the outside of them may be clean also. Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones, and of all uncleanness. Even so ye also outwardly appear righteous unto men, but within ye are full of hypocrisy and iniquity.

Isaiah 64:6 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.

If you are interested, please visit the link below to hear this poem presented in church:
(The audio recording is at the top of the page)

Two Roads Or Three?

Thursday, June 06, 2019

Running To Jesus (Poem)

Running To Jesus

Running to Jesus, but then stopping short;
Oh listen to this message, this solemn report:
Don't stop when you see Him - go on, go on -
Accept the salvation found in God's Son.

Running to Jesus, but then holding back -
There is only one thing you so sorely lack:
Turn away from all sin that stands in your way;
Come running to Jesus, come running today.

Running to Jesus - oh but time is fleeting;
You also are running to that final meeting.
There's an appointment with death that awaits you ahead;
Find refuge in Jesus and the blood that He shed.

Running to Jesus, but that is not all:
Receive Him, believe Him, and answer His call;
Oh sinner, don't let it be said on that great Judgement Day,
That you weren't running to Jesus - you were running away...

May 16th, 2001
Jerry Bouey

And when he was gone forth into the way, there came one running, and kneeled to him, and asked him, Good Master, what shall I do that I may inherit eternal life?

And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God. Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Defraud not, Honour thy father and mother.

And he answered and said unto him, Master, all these have I observed from my youth.

Then Jesus beholding him loved him, and said unto him, One thing thou lackest: go thy way, sell whatsoever thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, take up the cross, and follow me.

And he was sad at that saying, and went away grieved: for he had great possessions.

(Mark 10:17-22)

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

I Am Debtor - Poem by Robert Murray M'Cheyne

I Am Debtor

When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glaring sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o'er life's finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know -
Not till then - how much I owe.

When I hear the wicked call
On the rocks and hills to fall,
When I see them start and shrink
On the fiery deluge brink, -
Then, Lord, shall I fully know -
Not till then - how much I owe.

When I stand before the throne,
Dressed in beauty not my own,
When I see thee as thou art,
Love thee with unsinning heart,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know -
Not till then - how much I owe.

When the praise of heav'n I hear,
Loud as thunder to the ear,
Loud as many water's noise,
Sweet as harp's melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know -
Not till then - how much I owe.

Even on earth, as through a glass
Darkly, let Thy glory pass,
Make forgiveness feel so sweet,
Make Thy Spirit's help so meet,
Even on earth, Lord, make me know
Something of how much I owe.

Chosen not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour's side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.

Oft I walk beneath the cloud,
Dark, as midnight's gloomy shroud;
But, when fear is at the height,
Jesus comes, and all is light;
Blessed Jesus! bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe.

When in flowery paths I tread,
Oft by sin I'm captive led;
Oft I fall - but still arise -
The Spirit comes - the tempter flies;
Blessed Spirit! bid me show
Weary sinners all I owe.

Oft the nights of sorrow reign -
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain;
But a night Thine anger burns -
Morning comes and joy returns;
God of comforts! bid me show
To Thy poor, how much I owe.

May 1837.
Robert Murray M’Cheyne