Sin and the Sinner Meet

Sin and the Sinner Meet
By David Smith August 13, 2013

Where there is sin, there is always a sinner
That was the drift as our pride grew thinner
Looking for evidence in a crime scene, we saw
Important people found guilty, as they’re broken and crawl

All our good works and training we do,
Is all in vain, we can’t work our way through.
No matter how many times at the stop sign we pause
Go though it once we are subject to the laws.

We talked about Joshua and his detective work came about
Important people in scriptures were guilty, no doubt.
Biblical history ties together from the past to today.
Now is the time for forgiveness we pray.

Biblical truths came to light at Vacation Bible School.
God’s law is standard, the perfect rule.
So How to measure up, and what can we do.
The finished work of the Cross, the evidence points to.

There is nothing we can do, our righteousness as filthy rags.
Christ and, Christ crucified is all we can brag.
The wages of sin is death
But the gift of God is eternal life.
That was the message of meditation to night

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Vacation Bible School Concluding Message

Vacation Bible School Concluding Message
By David Smith August 15, 2014
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What a humble message at vacation bible school
The Ten Commandments, and perfection, is God’s perfect rule
A touching story of “The Little Flower”
A mayor of New York with judgement power
Fined a man guilty of stealing bread was his sin
To keep his family fed for this city to live in
The mayor paid the fine and fined everyone around
For allowing poverty to flourish in The New York City town
The judge set the fine and paid it too
That is the reflection of what the Lord Jesus did do

Sin always has a very high price
It’s the shedding of blood for payment to suffice
The wages of sin is death and eternal punishment severe
Though sin is pleasurable, it’s the end result to fear
David with one sin broke 10 Commandments grand
A man after God’s own heart at His mercy he did stand

Jesus came into the world from heaven
Just like the manna, the bread un-leaven
I and my Father are one
The Saviour, the Lamb, He is the Son
God took all my sin and laid it on the cross
That cross built for me and Christ paid the cost

It is finished. At the cross, He did pay
He took my night and turned it into day
Pilate knew Jesus was innocent, in Him he found no fault
Afraid of loosing esteem, the crucifixion he did not halt.

Under the law we are talented sinners
We do it all quite well
Yet we need a saviour to keep us from eternal hell
Realize I’m a sinner and looking for a door
Jesus is the answer. He settled the judgement score
What a humble message at the closing of the day
Sin paid in full, to accept it and obey.

Sunday Night Gospel in Poem Form

Sunday Night Gospel in Poem Form
John 3:16
By David Smith Sunday August 10, 2014
God so loved the world; to come a certain way
To realize I am a sinner and Christ my sins did pay.
Realizing I am bankrupt and nothing I can do.
God so Loved the World. HIS way it shines through

The Pharisees love of money, and God benefits are wealth
That is Man’s perspective and Christ tips the religious shelf.

How could God be loving to sacrifice His son?
Unless there is a danger where hell and fire run
And the Love is simple, a person that we trust
The Loving Lord Jesus, belief in Him a must.

And it is secure; eternal if you will
Whom he justified he glorified for His eternal thrill
Unless response expected, and a big yes, if you please
For if it is denial, Lake of Fire, He will sneeze.

And that is the Gospel, the choice is up to you
Reject it or embrace it, which door do you go through?

My Bible

My Bible
December 7, 2007

My Bible, God’s Word, tattered and worn
Opened and closed in the wee hours of the morn
The Bible, well used, as pages they turn
Being chiselled in the heart, the scriptures we learn

A battered Bible, Faith says it all
Newness of life, a new birth as we crawl
Then to stand on God’s Word as we shout
It is finished, the Cross, what the Gospel is about

The bible, tattered, well worn, and read
Opened and shut, the Old Nature we dread