SONGS SUNG DAILY BY THE HEART of TOM POTEET
WITH HIM INSIDE
To Where
Goes
All my cares
And woes?
From whence
My thoughts
Of how
It flows?
Why care
I how
My worries now
Fade
To black
From what I lack?
My faith
Cares not
My sorry lot
Of cares,
Concerns
And inner rot.
I need not
Spend
A moment’s time
To collect
My grief
In song
Or rhyme.
I let it
Go;
I let it
Flow;
I walk on
Passed
My thoughts
Of woe.
Too much
To bear:
Too much
To care;
With Him
Inside
I’ll leave it
There.
To Where
Goes
All my cares
And woes?
From whence
My thoughts
Of how
It flows?
Why care
I how
My worries now
Fade
To black
From what I lack?
My faith
Cares not
My sorry lot
Of cares,
Concerns
And inner rot.
I need not
Spend
A moment’s time
To collect
My grief
In song
Or rhyme.
I let it
Go;
I let it
Flow;
I walk on
Passed
My thoughts
Of woe.
Too much
To bear:
Too much
To care;
With Him
Inside
I’ll leave it
There.
When I think about this weekend, Palm Sunday, I often think about the beginning of the end leading to the beginning of the beginning . . .
When my Lord entered the City of Jerusalem, on a donkey, with the crowds cheering . . . and laying their coats and palms along his path into the city . . . it was the beginning of the end. How His followers must have been elated . . . then a little confused about what was to take place . . . how the crowds could turn on Him so quickly . . . challenge Him as to His Power . . . cheer for the criminal, who would live as my Lord was sentenced to death . . . mock Him . . . lay a crown of thorns upon His Head . . . and watch Him die a horrible, demeaning death . . . what so many believed was the end . . .
But . . . of course . . . it was not the end for my Lord . . . but the beginning . . . as He Ascended to be at the Right Side of our Father . . . and as He came to live in all of us as His Spirit of Truth . . .
The week, between Palm Sunday and Easter, must have been a horrible week for His followers. He Knew what was going to happen . . . but His followers did not. Even though He forewarned them, they could not have known nor understood the devastation of what was to occur. When we see the crowds cheer in our favor, it is such a wonderful feeling. When we see and hear the crowds boo us, the feelings are not so good. When the transition between cheering and booing comes so quickly, it is hard for us to understand the true nature of humankind . . .
The thing is . . . we will be cheered . . . and condemned . . . for what we believe . . . and even those who cheer us . . . may eventually condemn us . . . it happens . . . if it happened to my Lord . . . the Very Word of God . . . it certainly can . . . and will . . . happen to us . . . it can't be helped . . . people are fickle . . . they want to hear what they want to hear . . . and seeing . . . is not necessarily believing.
So . . . what do we do when the crowds turn . . . when what we know is mocked . . . when the battle begins between our soul and friends? Where do we turn when our insides burn with Truth? Who do we seek when others see us as weak? Do we deny Him . . . even as He Consumes our hearts? Are we at the end . . . or the beginning? How can we ignore the Truth we have explored . . . that Truth which burns inside us?
I let it go/I let it flow/I walk on passed/My thoughts of woe. I have no other choice . . . once that I have accepted Him into my life . . . once that I have given Him control of my future. Now . . . I will never say that life still doesn't get me down from time to time . . . but . . . there are fewer times . . . spanning less time . . . the more I give to Him . . . the less I have about which to be concerned . . . the less time consumed in worry.
Too much to bear/Too much to care/With Him Inside/I’ll leave it there. This is what the beginning of the beginning has done for me . . . He Ascended . . . so that He could Be with each of us . . . truly miraculous . . . truly Love Born in us . . . if we allow Him to be Born in us. This is what this season brings to me . . . a Saviour Who Lives in me . . . it just doesn't get any better than this . . . He Lives in me . . . He Lives in you . . . He Lives in all of us . . . all we have to do is give Him our reins . . . so simple . . . yet so difficult . . .
To Where/Goes/All my cares/And woes? He takes them . . . if we let Him . . .
When my Lord entered the City of Jerusalem, on a donkey, with the crowds cheering . . . and laying their coats and palms along his path into the city . . . it was the beginning of the end. How His followers must have been elated . . . then a little confused about what was to take place . . . how the crowds could turn on Him so quickly . . . challenge Him as to His Power . . . cheer for the criminal, who would live as my Lord was sentenced to death . . . mock Him . . . lay a crown of thorns upon His Head . . . and watch Him die a horrible, demeaning death . . . what so many believed was the end . . .
But . . . of course . . . it was not the end for my Lord . . . but the beginning . . . as He Ascended to be at the Right Side of our Father . . . and as He came to live in all of us as His Spirit of Truth . . .
The week, between Palm Sunday and Easter, must have been a horrible week for His followers. He Knew what was going to happen . . . but His followers did not. Even though He forewarned them, they could not have known nor understood the devastation of what was to occur. When we see the crowds cheer in our favor, it is such a wonderful feeling. When we see and hear the crowds boo us, the feelings are not so good. When the transition between cheering and booing comes so quickly, it is hard for us to understand the true nature of humankind . . .
The thing is . . . we will be cheered . . . and condemned . . . for what we believe . . . and even those who cheer us . . . may eventually condemn us . . . it happens . . . if it happened to my Lord . . . the Very Word of God . . . it certainly can . . . and will . . . happen to us . . . it can't be helped . . . people are fickle . . . they want to hear what they want to hear . . . and seeing . . . is not necessarily believing.
So . . . what do we do when the crowds turn . . . when what we know is mocked . . . when the battle begins between our soul and friends? Where do we turn when our insides burn with Truth? Who do we seek when others see us as weak? Do we deny Him . . . even as He Consumes our hearts? Are we at the end . . . or the beginning? How can we ignore the Truth we have explored . . . that Truth which burns inside us?
I let it go/I let it flow/I walk on passed/My thoughts of woe. I have no other choice . . . once that I have accepted Him into my life . . . once that I have given Him control of my future. Now . . . I will never say that life still doesn't get me down from time to time . . . but . . . there are fewer times . . . spanning less time . . . the more I give to Him . . . the less I have about which to be concerned . . . the less time consumed in worry.
Too much to bear/Too much to care/With Him Inside/I’ll leave it there. This is what the beginning of the beginning has done for me . . . He Ascended . . . so that He could Be with each of us . . . truly miraculous . . . truly Love Born in us . . . if we allow Him to be Born in us. This is what this season brings to me . . . a Saviour Who Lives in me . . . it just doesn't get any better than this . . . He Lives in me . . . He Lives in you . . . He Lives in all of us . . . all we have to do is give Him our reins . . . so simple . . . yet so difficult . . .
To Where/Goes/All my cares/And woes? He takes them . . . if we let Him . . .
Tom
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Please visit my mobile website at m.singanewpsalm.com and tell others about it.
Visit my author page at amazon.com/author/thomaspoteet.
I am now posting at google.com/+Singanewpsalm.
I hope you enjoy the poems I have written. Most were written in the early morning . . . in communion with my Master and His Heavenly Hosts. Some are poems of praise . . . others prayers for help . . . from the Only Source who can truly help us with our needs (not necessarily our wants). I have put the poems in a daily reading profile . . . but you can certainly read them anyway you wish. I've also added some poems that are not psalm-like. Hope some of those poems touch your heart also . . .
Thanks for visiting . . .