Time with Jesus - Sunday, 22
January 2012
Hi all,
For
me it was rather difficult to find a common thread in today’s Scriptures. The
closest I could get to is the comfort we find in the Lord in our walk with Him
as Christians. But somehow the topic didn’t seem to “gel”. I noticed that there
were twelve Scripture references and thought it would be different if I could
express the general content of each verse in rhyme and metre.
To
tie the Scripture with the erases, I’ve put a number in green in the verses
column. I’ve identified the verses with the same number in green in the rhyme
and metre column. It’s not easy to express each verse of Scripture this way.
The Scripture contains far more than I can put into verse and rhyme. This means
that in some instances, the verses don’t do justice to the Scripture content.
Note
that the metre for the verses is not the same. There is a change as from No 6. This
may be a bit confusing. Also, in order to make sense of Matt 9:22 I’ve added
information not mentioned in the Scripture quoted, but can be found in the Scriptures
themselves.
The
other reason for doing it this way was by way of a change.
Blessings
Jim & Phyllida Strickland.
Verses in Rhyme
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I said my foot was slipping.(1)
I thought that I would fall. I was also worried but, He answered when I called.
No matter where I go to; (2)
When my heart is full of fear. The Lord God is my Master; Like a rock Who’s ever near!
I chirped like a swallow. (3)
And cooed, like a dove. I looked to the heaven, In search of Your Love.
I suffered severely,
My hope was all gone. But you gave the power, To keep going on.
Give Jesus you burdens. (4)
He’ll carry your load. You won’t come to ruin. With Him on your road.
It’s hard to believe it, (5)
You’ve made me the king. And unlike my father, I don’t know a thing. Lord, how can I do it? I’m only a child. My duties are many, On me, they are piled. King David could do it. He trusted in You. But I’ll never manage; Please! What must I do?
If you’re needing wisdom, (6)
Then speak to Jesus first. He always gives it freely, And slakes the deepest thirst. |
To everyone who’s perishing, (7)
The Gospel stinks of death. For those who’ve found salvation, There’s life in every breath.
There’s nothing good within me.
My flesh is like a grave. I want to do the right thing. But I cannot behave.
My grace is quite sufficient; (9)
My power is for the weak. And so I boast in weaknesses, And for the Lord I seek. For that’s when I’m made perfect, And Christ is at His best; And on His humble servant, His Spirit comes to rest.
Your sins have been forgiven;
That’s what the man was told. Your faith has been rewarded; So stand up and be bold.
The woman came to Jesus; (11)
And touched His tasselled clothes. He felt the virtue leave Him. Correctly, He supposed, That someone received healing; But which one in the mob? And so He asked the question, Who touched me? Then a sob, Came from the ailing woman. My Master it was me. Take heart He said, My daughter, Your faith has set you free.
You satisfy my longing, (12)
With The richest, finest fare. When lying on my bed at night, I’m sure that You are there! |
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Jim Strickland – Written 22nd January 2012
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