A poem to help you ponder John 7 and Matthew 11:28-12:14

“Jesus, Who Are You?”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Some said, A good man is he

Others amazed that he hadn’t studied

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Will Christ do more signs than this man today?

Or is he leading the people astray?

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Are you greater than father Abraham?

Did you just claim that you are I Am?

Jesus, who are you?

Now the time had come, for the Feast of the Jews

A time to remember, by sitting in booths

And the leaders of faith, had fallen to pride

Viewed Jesus a threat, and called for his life

But the crowds weren’t sure, in whom to believe

Surprised by the fact, he was able to speak

As they knew of the threat, yet he spoke openly

We know where he’s from, but who could he be?

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Some said, A good man is he

Others amazed that he hadn’t studied

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Will Christ do more signs than this man today?

Or is he leading the people astray?

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Are you greater than father Abraham?

Did you just claim that you are I Am?

Jesus, who are you?

The crowd there was troubled, as they knew that he

Had healed on the Sabbath, was he law breaking?

So Jesus answered, my teaching’s not mine

It comes from the Father, and it’s not my time

And on the matter, of a Sabbath’s break

Cov'nant signs and healings, both are good that day

To know the Father, and know His true plan

I'm Lord of the Sabbath, and Sabbath's for man.

He called himself God, but carried through town

The means of his downfall, and wore a thorned crown

The ring of each nail, rang out from that hill

Just one of three guilty whose blood would be spilled

Did his power run out? His miracles seemed true.

“Father forgive them, they know not they do.”

Then darkness…

A lawful veil torn…

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Some said, A good man is he

Others amazed that he hadn’t studied

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Will Christ do more signs than this man today?

Or is he leading the people astray?

Jesus, who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

Are you greater than father Abraham?

Did you just claim that you are I Am?

Jesus, who are you?

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A poem to help you ponder Deuteronomy 8:11-20

“Take Care”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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Living in the suburbs

In the safety of the cul-de-sac

Where children play

'til the setting sun ends the day

And cars go out,

to and fro

With many places now to go

From practices and entertains

And grocery stores' options galore

There is a danger in the stands

That doesn't offer candy

or drive a paneled van

Take care

Lest you forget

the Lord your God

Take care

Lest you forget

who brought you here to where you are

If you find you have some wealth

Or a semblance of ease

Work to remember that

The Lord provided these

Take care

Think about,

what He has brought you through

The things you wanted,

that He kept from you

The things you worked for,

that He has brought to pass

But why you,

when others haven’t had the chance

Your power,

your might,

does nothing

But by the grace of God

it comes to something

And sometimes,

it all comes to nothing

There is grace in those things

that come to nothing

Take care

Who led?

Who fed?

Who freed?

Whose bread?

Whose might?

Whose rite?

Whose blood?

Was shed?

Take care

Lest you forget

the Lord your God

Take care

Lest you forget

who brought you here to where you are

If you find you have some wealth

Or a semblance of ease

Work to remember that

The Lord provided these

Take care

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A poem to help you ponder Psalm 6

“Troubled Bones”

written by Dwayne Sheridan

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The guilty climber, he can see

Though nothing more than a thief

And a robber

The keeper opens up the gate

To the blind, seals their fate

Sons and daughters

Those who are but hired hands

They will never take a stand

When there’s danger

But the Good will give his life

For the fold, in the strife

He’s no stranger

Don’t follow after strangers

Don’t heed their siren call

Flee the shouting of the loveless

Through the safety of the Door

Don’t follow after strangers

They want to take your all

Heed the one with the gatekeeper

Through the safety of the Door

I’m the Good shepherd, hear me sheep

I know my own and they know me

Like the Father

And for this reason, He loves me

My life laid down, no thievery

It’s my honor

There are those not of this fold

I must bring them in also

Wolves howling in the night

The day labors scatter quickly at the sound

But the Good one stands to fight

Gathers in his own by laying his life down

Don’t follow after strangers

Don’t heed their siren call

Flee the shouting of the loveless

Through the safety of the Door

Don’t follow after strangers

They want to take your all

Heed the one with the gatekeeper

Through the safety of the Door

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