From Lift the Cross of Jesus! by Hope
Flinchbaugh (1/21/12)
“A few of you were at
the Montrose Christian Writers Conference when I quoted this poem that I wrote
last summer. We laughed SO hard! I wrote this with all humor and never read it
to anyone except my mother (who loves me even in my carnal state) until that
day in July in Montrose. If you're
feeling a tad grumpy, a little irritated at "the man in the mirror"
hang on.
This
face that you see
Is
not what will be
I’m
destined for heaven
And
eternity
His
glory will shine
All
my wrinkles away
Clear
skin like that model
On
Oil of Olay!
These
teeth that you see
Are
not what will be
I’m
destined for heaven,
Not
one cavity!
My teeth won’t need whitened,
Filled,
or replaced.
That’s
how I’ll be smiling
When
I see His face!
This
body you see
Is
not what will be
I’m
destined for heaven
No
fat rolls on me!
St.
Peter’s not standing
With
scales at the gate.
Or
writing down fat grams
Of
all that I ate.
No
one will complain,
“My
nose is too big!”
Or
want hair replacement,
Extender,
or wig.
My
face will be glowing!
Redeemed! Without sin!
I
won’t need to shop
For
the robe that I'm in.
So
why do I pick up
These
cares on the earth?
And
let them determine
My
value and worth?
My
makeup, my hairdo
My
modern attire
Like
everything else will
Be
tried in the fire.
By
now I should know that
There’s
going to be trouble
If
all of my works here are
Wood,
hay, and stubble.
Money
and beauty?
My
face on TV?
Up
on the stage
For
people to see?
DOWN
with the idols
And
self-adoration
I
will not be swayed
By
the sins of my nation.
And
so I’ve determined
To
live my life’s story
And
go for the gold,
That
crown of God’s glory.
I’ll (write) live for the cross,
The
Christ, and the Bible,
And
shake myself loose
From
American Idol.
The
“me” that you see
Is
not what will be
I’m
destined for glory
Because
of that tree.
My
body perfected,
My
face full of light,
Dressed
in His glory,
Oh,
wonderful sight!
O
heart, dark and fearful
Consider
that tree,
Its
message its power
But
don’t look at me!
For
I shall be changed
When
my soul leaves this earth
To
join heaven’s family,
A
glorious re-birth.
O,
Look to the cross!
See
your sins nailed up there.
Deprived
of their power,
Deprived
of their snare.
There
you are pardoned,
Your
sins thrown away.
Your
enemies vanquished,
Disarmed,
and dismayed!
My
Lord, in his triumph,
His
blood, and His name
Finished
my faith
Despising
the shame.
Enduring
the cross
For
sinners like me,
Surrounded
by mockers
And
hostility.
The
voice of the wicked
Cried
out for His pain,
Refused
to be quiet
Until
He was slain.
And
when others scatter
Or
hide in their fear
I
pray now for courage
To
ever stay near
The
cross, for its power
Forever
will be
Messiah
who suffered
Obediently.
Jesus,
my Savior,
My
love and my friend,
I
pledge my allegiance
To
You to the end.
Though
wars rage about me
Wherever
I am
I
will overcome
By
the blood of the Lamb
And
my testimony
Forever
will be
That
I am for Jesus
And
HE is for ME.
Lift the Cross of Jesus! | January 7, 2012 at
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(Hope gives her permission
to use this poem, but asks that you not edit it)
“For the
message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who
are being saved it is the power of God.”
1 Cor. 1:18 NKJV
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