Season 3 Episode 5, More NonCents

25, Season Episode 5 - SHOW NOTES & COPYRIGHTS (10/8/21) I would like to apologize for a mistake I made in last week’s podcast.  When talking about David and the Psalms, I said he earned his salvation.  The did not earn it, he prayed to live in God’s salvation.  It is only by God’s grace we find salvation.  Forgive me for my mis-statement.Again this week I m not sure where this one is going.  4 poems from Living In God’s Rhyme (©2017 by Tim Carter).  Again the common thread is God and Jesus.  That is  more than good enough.  We’ll just follow the Spirit where He leads.From Living In God’s Rhyme, pg. 29MONDAY MORNING THE NIGHT BEFOREThere is nothing to sayNothing new in any wayExcept the thunder I hearSlowly as it moves near There is one difference I have noticedSince putting letters together that form the wordsWell now twoI have misplaced the punctuationAnd one line is too long But through it all,On this day I still hearHis voice, his call.He is still, as always, here. Always and foreverIncludes tomorrow,Knowing the he will neverLeave me in my sorrow. Another day to be in his presenceAnother hour to be thankfulThat through his grace my penance,He has taken from me, it is paid in full. So, I will awake in the morning,To the rising Son.There will be no mourning,The battle he has won. The only fear I will knowIs the awesome reverenceThat by his holiness I must showTo God for taking my repentance. Monday morning’s prayer isThat all my desiresAre that I live wanting what is his,His love for me is all I desire.On pg. 34THE RHYME OF GOD, THE RHYME OF ME There may be no rhymesAs in other times.But it is not that the LordHas struck a lost chord.(if he did it would be sungas every church bell was rung)His rhyme is his word,The scriptures we readThrough which he plants the seed,With hope that we have heard. It is through his graceThat we see his faceIn those we meetAnd those we greet. If we believe,In us lives his rhymeForever in time.He will not deceive. Then I decided to writeAbout something right,But got it wrongBecause it was me,Me, just me, alone. I can wander in this world,Oblivious to all that is good.I can try by myselfTo lift myself up,Up above the Hustle withoutThe bustle,And fail Because the bustleOf this worldIs the hustleThat tells meAll I seeIs all I need. Then I awake from what I hope was a dream,Hoping that all is not what it seemed.I look in the mirror and seeThe reflection of what I used to be. What I used to be beforeMy Savior redeemed me,Made me righteous in his eyes,The eyes of his Father in Heaven above.Every moment of every day I felt his love.A love for me and those who surroundMy life, who have oft times run aground. I pray that what I dreamIs never real.I pray that what may seemSomewhat surrealIs nothing more than a bad dreamFrom a bad movie scene. As I live I pray that temptationI turn over to my SaviorWho has conquered my sinNo matter...