Fight of Faith

This fight of faith, I want to win right here

Though surrounding me are these waves of anxiety and fear

There be no point of brandishing my faith sword

When the awaited moment has been brought to pass by the Lord

Yes, things are wisps of smoke against glass

And I know not when that moment would come to pass

But He who maketh me right now stand

Is the one who holds tomorrow and holds my hand

So even though things may seem not to be

Jesus calls into existence the very unseen verily

Lord help me trust, with a faith that will please

Let me win this battle whilst I am still down on my knees

For you are unchanging and so full of love

Your greatness stretches further than the highest skies above

O! for a trusting heart, I would, my Lord, plead

As, for the righteousness received by faith, over the horizon I see

So like Abraham it may be said of me,

“In hope against hope he”, in Christ Jesus, “believed”

For the time to trust and believe in you Lord, is now

Trusting in your providence and love, Lord I bow.

Written at a time of uncertainty and a gloves-coming-off kind of fight with doubt. How can I forget the one who provides for me in torrents of love? Jesus, you deserve much much more than doubt and mistrust. Forgive me and build me up. May Jesus Christ be praised. Amen.

Rom 4:18 In hope against hope he believed, so that he might become a father of many nations according to that which had been spoken, "SO SHALL YOUR DESCENDANTS BE."

Belief for the T.E.E.N

I’ve heard this all before, not news to me

All this talk about that I shall be free, free indeed

Hey man! What makes you think I’m tied up

Didn’t you hear the Beatles sing, all you need is love

I’m my own man, nobody has a thing on me

This is the living, living wild and free

They look at me with such remorse and grief

I don’t need you, take your pity, your little attempt-to-talk and leave

If that be the truth, I’ll find out in my own time

Why you so worried! I think I’m doing just fine

Everything’s been tried, they’ve run out of ideas

The straight talk, the let-him-be and the listen-now-my-dear

I’m different I know I am, all this Christian stuff’s not for me

Don’t bore me with your sermon, please just let me be

No one understands, no one takes the time

Everyone thinks, being this way is the worst crime

Nobody spares a thought for me anyway

I feel I’m just living from day to day

I don’t have the strength to stand up, be different

So I’m like ‘em all, almost anybody can be my friend

I’d like to be convinced, to be assured

But everyone thinks I’ve got a disease without a cure

Think of me as normal, someone please

Stop it all from crumbling; everything’s that inside of me

Stop by and show me by your life, the man you believe in

Show me how He giveth you victory over sin

Will I come around; time will tell

In the meantime, with patience and without judging, try with me to gel

For He will have all repent and none perish

Appointed for the day of my salvation a time there is

Will you manifest Jesus to me

I ask of you, Please

Will you for me, that promise of Salvation believe

The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some count slackness; but is longsuffering to you-ward, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.   2 Peter 3:9

This is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Saviour; who would have all men to be saved, and come to the knowledge of the truth.   1Titus 2:3-4

Zac Poonen

How then shall they call on him in whom they have not believed?
and how shall they believe in him whom they have not heard?
and how shall they hear without a preacher?
and how shall they preach, except they be sent?
even as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that bring glad tidings of good things!
Romans 10:14 - 15

In that day, when we all stand before Him, I shall recall the day when I was acquainted with a man. A man whose words extended beyond the comfortable hum of many a preacher. Among the rows of golden vessels empty, a lone earthen vessel brimming over. All things in love done, the point sometimes blurred to my eyes; but a gift is he. Close, yet distant. Simple, yet sharp. Valued, yet humble. For I have seen in him, the striving for perfection. "Follow me, as I follow Christ," he says. Not many akin to him, alas. Will what I witness, stir me on? Or shall I deny what I beheld on that day, when the things hidden shall be seen, the purposes of the heart disclosed? I shall not, and not be able to.
For I am among the several, who breathed in this sweet aroma of Christ to God. And as he walks, his life I thank God for, and he I call 'The Man With Beautiful Feet'.

This write is dedicated to my dear, brother Zac Poonen . Thank you for the example you are.