MOST of us hate religion and wants to see it nailed to the cross once and for all! Relgion is the REAL DIVISION of the SAINTs! How can we all be ONE IN HIM if we are DIVIDED at the DOOR of our OWN temple?
WHO CARES?
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Who cares if you're a Baptist,
Or a Catholic through and through?
Who cares if you're a Wesleyan?
Who cares if you're a Jew?
Who cares if you're a Pentecostal?
Who cares if you're Lutheran?
Who cares if you're a Methodist,
Or a Presbyterian?
Do you really think God cares about
In which church that you spend your time?
He gave all life and a book of rules,
That's His bottom line.
God cares that you hear and practice
His written and spoken word.
Do you think that you're a Christian
When you don't practice what you've heard?
Remember, a church is NOT a temple
Where only the saintly show,
But rather, it's a hospital
Where only sinners go.
B.G. Wetherby
THE JUDGE
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Sadly, we are critiqued,
By the people that we know.
By title or occupation,
And by the possessions that we show.
We judge by skin color,
Or by awards received.
By church denomination
And by what we believe.
We're judged by what we spend,
Or by what we give.
We're judged by age and gender,
And by where we live.
We're judged by our past,
And by our education,
By the language that we speak,
Or by our nation.
We evaluate cosmetically.
We judge both fat and small.
We judge by ones appearance.
Fact is, we judge it all!
Some judge because they're paid to.
Some judge intentionally.
Some judge to build self worth,
Some unwillingly.
BEWARE, for there is only One,
Who evaluates every stain and smudge.
Good luck amateur critics of humanity,
When you face that Judge!
B.G. Wetherby
LORD,RESCUE ME
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Father I cry out to you,
It's dark and I can't see.
Please, lead me through it all,
And I'll go peacefully.
I thought that I knew everything,
Everything but you.
Just take away the darkness,
And let your light shine through.
I tried to do it on my own,
But I failed miserably.
Falling in between the cracks,
Will you rescue me?
No where to turn, no where but up,
Life is more than I can stand.
Lord, I now reach out to you,
Please take me by the hand.
Yes I turned my back on you,
To walk at my own pace.
I only saw life through my eyes,
Now I'm begging for your grace.
The easy steps became more difficult,
It's so hard to make it through.
Turn me back from my own path,
And lead me back to you.
B.G. Wetherby
REFLECTIONS
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You are the salt.
You are the light,
In a world uncertain,
In a world not right.
A representitive of Jesus,
A relection that people see.
Are you critical of others,
Or, do you act accordingly?
Will others see strength and joy?
Is there truth in what you teach?
Does your kindness infect others?
Do you practice what you preach?
We learn by example.
Do you set a good one, for all?
Are you a bridge to Jesus,
Or, are you the wall?
B.G. Wetherby
