At the Crossroads

“At the crossroads I stand: which way should I turn?
I know not whence I shall find life.
Around me is danger, great, life-threat’ning danger;
Oh, where shall I turn from sin’s strife?”

“Friend, look up before you! Up there on the hill
stands the cross of Golgotha—there!
‘Tis where Jesus hung bleeding, for man-kind e’er pleading—
there our pain and our sins gladly bear.”

Run, sinner, run! Jesus longs now to save you!
Come now to the cross where He died!
Look up to your Saviour, for He reigns now in Heaven—
He’ll forgive if to Him you will fly.

“If any would lay their sins and their burdens
upon Me: Lo, I will give rest:
Forsake now your toil that leads to destruction
and come lay thine head on My breast.”

~Rebecca L.
November 15, 2014
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
This is a poem of the turmoil that every human being faces. Many subconsciously face these feelings, and drown their guilt and pain through intoxication and other addictive measures. The second part of the poem shows Jesus' compassion to all and that He cares about us in what we go through. He is ready and willing to receive us and save us if we will lay our sins at His feet in repentance.
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A Poet's Ponderings

O, fellowman, do you not hear the voice of nature newly born?
Bright-pearled dew, the robin's trill, the stirring of the early morn?
How sweet it is, if you'd be still, to hear God's message from His heart:
That if we would see His gifts that He doth now impart...
How much you'd learn from nature's ways that governments of men
do seem to shun and do not know the wisdom it displays!
The Lord made all we see: the trees and creeping things
He made for our delight; not just His own for joy and awe to bring.
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
It was a lovely day when I wrote this. I had just read an article about weather modification and was wondering how in the world man could convince himself that he is better than God to decide he can play with the weather. It has destroyed a lot of the earth with man's playing around with things. If only he could leave it alone and let God control the earth.
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