This world is slated for destruction. Our intended home is in heaven. This poem paints a dark picture of this world and points us to that “languid heaven” where God reigns.
ROIL THE OCEANS
by J. Randal Matheny © 2011
Roil the oceans, folding ages,
The deep and heights clash and heave;
Rock the mountains to sink and melt,
The elements burn, and earth is ended.
• Satan attempts to keep people from coming to the Lord. He will use even well-intentioned souls to throw up obstacles. Just as the well-meaning Peter became a barrier to Jesus, who told the apostle to get out of his way. An intense competition for the souls of men rages in the streets; we dare not draw back because we think we are above the fray, superior to those who are scrapping to win others. We do not use their under-handed tactics, nor do we make outlandish promises, but our feet must be swift and sure so that the true voice of God is heard by the masses.
• Those hopes of mine not based on God’s specific promises are prayers for blessing on friend and foe. Hope in its biblical sense has a foundation, the truth of God, the promises he makes for our future. Then there are those human hopes that we desire for others: health for the sick, mates for the lonely, peace for the perturbed. Those hopes we turn into prayers, since to grant these things to others is beyond our powers. Continue reading
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