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Tell Tale Signs




The body of Christ

Suffered another assault today

By one who calls himself Christian





By outward appearances

The signs were all there

Indeed he put on a good show





In church each Sunday

With Bible in hand

He even shared Christ with those not yet saved





A fish symbol strategically placed on his car

A bumper sticker proclaiming

Know Jesus, Know Peace





But closer examination

By the One who looks upon the heart

Revealed a wolf in sheep’s clothing





Sacred vows made to love his wife

As Christ so loved the church

Were set aside and trampled underfoot





His children

Once beloved were now forgotten

In his quest for personal happiness





The Lord whom he proclaimed to love

With all his heart, mind, soul and strength

Was long forgotten as he raised himself in God’s place





Destruction and devastation lay in the wake

From the vehicles of lies and deceit

No concern is demonstrated for those he once claimed to love





Those who once admired the Lord’s blessings to this man

Stand with their mouth gapping

Poised and ready to utter the words hypocrite and liar





The witness for Christ

He so carefully sought to build and protect

Now lies in the heap covered by selfishness and pride





Oh Lord, even now we lift up this one so deceived

Like a lamb led to slaughter

So willingly he followed the father of lies





We pray for his salvation

Forgiveness for his sins

That without Jesus he will have no peace





Like the prodigal son

May he come to his senses

And return to the Father whom he once he loved





By Susan Bunts

September 26, 2008

Dissention…Reporting for Duty



Here I am boss

Reporting for duty

Have I got a good report for you





The assignment you gave

I executed with ease

As I got those tongues wagging





That place which seeks to be a beacon on a hill

Reflecting the Light of the world

Instead grew a little dimmer today





I started with those who are idle

Who have the time to talk

In no time at all…the seed of gossip blossomed





The trick is

When they are talking about others

They don’t have time to read the word of God





When they are negative and brooding

Completely lacking the joy of the Lord

They are not taking every thought captive





When they spend time

Debating about which songs should be sung

They don’t have the time to worship their Lord





When they set aside the diligent study of the Bible

How can they hold it up

To examine themselves in light of God’s word





When the rest on their laurels

Feel comfortable in their accomplishments

They won’t desire a fresh work of God in their life





When they fail to trust and respect

The leaders whom God raised up

A negative critical spirit takes its place





When they attempt to love on their own power

They will be unable to bear all things, nor hope and believe

Their love will never endure on its own





Some I will lure into exhaustion

Through pressing needs, good works and few helping hands

It’s there I will stir up resentment





May they bow their knee to their Lord

But never their will

There they can rest in a false sense of piety





Oh hater of their soul

The fruits of our labor

Are plentiful and abundant





May they never see it

Or recognize the handwriting of our work

It’s there we can turn them against one another





Render ineffective their witness

When they are focused on one another

They won’t remember to take the gospel to the lost and dying world





by Susan Bunts

September 23, 2008

Invisible



I am the nameless, faceless one

You seek to avoid





You see me coming down the street

And look down or walk the other way





Sometimes I mutter to myself

For there is no one else to listen or who cares





When I stand behind you in the checkout line

You hold your breath





It’s been…I don’t know how long

Since I’ve had a warm shower or put on clean clothes







Of course I know I stink

Thankfully after a while I became immune to the smell





Shame should be my name

Would it be better if I had never been born





My family doesn’t even know

If I’m dead or alive





There’s no means to contact me

No phone to pick up or place to drop by





Would they even recognize me

If they passed me on the street





Society thought they did good

In giving me the right to choose





Take my medication

Or be locked up for my own good





Do tell…how can someone not in their right mind

Make a rational decision





Even though you pass me by

With nary a look or a smile sent my way





No matter how hard you try to pretend I’m not…

I am here





By Susan Bunts

September 17, 2008