There is nothing more profound in all of Christian teaching than the glorious fact of ---Christ in us!
Paul called it a mystery which had been hidden through the ages but is now revealed to believers; Col 1:26 & 27. In 1 Cor 6 : 19 we are called the temple (dwelling place) of the Holy Spirit. ---- How Marvellous!! I wrote this little song in celebration of this wonderful truth: I in Christ and Christ in me I in Christ and Christ in me-- How marvellous this mystery! Set free from sin's captivity Called to life and liberty-- Glory, glory, glory be. In ages past to man unknown This hope of glory we now own Long hidden mystery of grace-- He paid our debt -- in Christ we're placed. Of Him we preach, of Him we sing Our Saviour, Lord and coming King In floods of joy, our hearts ablaze We can't contain our songs of praise. That we can now call Him our friend Our minds can barely comprehend But by His Word it's true we know So on in faith rejoicing go. Our eyes are fixed on mansions grand Prepared for us by His own hand; We know we'll shortly join above The blessed Lord we know and love. I in Christ and Christ in me-- How marvellous this mystery! We'll reign with Him eternally In high and holy ecstasy --- Glory, glory, glory be! Vincent Lyons.
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If you're fearful of the future
Or you're dwelling in the past Chances are you've missed the present You need to change your outlook fast. For the fast approaching future Will be present in a tick; What was present just this instant Is now past---Time moves that quick! Know the future's full of maybes And the past will not repeat But the present is your portion-- Here's where past and future meet. There's a way to seal your future, Make each moment well worth while, Put the past in right perspective, Wear the present with a smile--- If today you hear Him calling-- 'Still small voice' speaks to your soul-- Turn to Him---Christ is the answer--- Past, present, future, He makes whole. Vincent Lyons. Baubles, stars and twinkling lights
Festoon suburban homes Wide-eyed children scream delight They see no evidence of slight In red-garbed grinning gnomes. Gifts we give, and gifts receive We splurge without much care For what transpired on Christmas Eve-- Perhaps most people don't believe? They can't be unaware. For centuries on history's page If man would care to look Christ Jesus' birth took centre stage But in this modern 'informed' age Few heed what's in The Book. The children mostly do not know Beyond the season's glint Except for hype and flashy show They treat Christ's advent here below A major non-event. "Let the little children come" The Saviour clearly said-- What's transpired? What have men done? They've made the birthday of the Son A Christless feast instead. Whereto from here? I fear the worst But this is my advice; For this trend to be reversed These children whom the world's coerced Must learn of Jesus Christ. In a twinkling, without warning
Taken to the Father's house-- Could it be He'll come this morning Take to Him His chosen spouse? Are you watching, all excited Filled with expectation's thrill? At the prospect, glad, delighted?-- He delays--Be waiting still! Vincent Lyons. When Jesus refers to the fig tree in Luke ch 21 verse 29 to 33 is He speaking of Israel in the last days and could the 'other trees' be a reference to the surrounding nations?
To apply the fig tree to Israel we would need to have other Scripture witnesses to back us up. I propose that there are at least three and probably more but three will do to establish that there is precedent in Scripture for applying Jesus' reference to Israel; 1. Hosea ch 9 verse 10: "I found Israel like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your fathers as the first fruits on the fig tree in its first season." God saw the patriarchs of the nation as the beginning of Israel taken out of idolatry and brought into relationship with Him. 2. Joel ch 1 verse 7: "He has laid waste My vine and ruined My fig tree." God is speaking of Assyria having attacked Israel and ruining the land and plundering the people and goes on in the next verses to speak of the lament of the nation for the 'husband of her youth'. 3. Jeremiah ch 24: Here God speaks to Jeremiah concerning two baskets of figs which represent faithful Israel and unfaithful Israel. The basket of good figs speaks of those who are obedient to His word and go into captivity in Babylon and from these will come the believing remnant of Israel in the last days who will inherit the promises made to Abraham and the fathers. Two tiny little treasures came Our hearts were melted by the sight Olivia and Jack by name Our lives will never be the same Touched by two bundles wrapped in white So small, so perfect---such delight! I marvel at how life begins How two new persons come to be Though premature these precious twins Their lean and long and gangly limbs Yet each has personality To match their names so perfectly. Now sleeping peaceful, not a care A picture of contented rest I whisper there a silent prayer That God would bless this tiny pair All snuggled in their cosy nest--- All praise to Him--We're truly blessed. By Vincent Lyons. Jack and Olivia made their grand entrance yesterday afternoon and we are so blessed.
For the past three weeks I've been afflicted by 'Bell's Palsy' which is a problem with a nerve on the right side of my face and it restricts the muscle causing my right eye to remain open unable to blink, my taste buds to malfunction and generally distorting my face on the right side. One major noticable effect is that the wrinkles on that side of my face all but disappeared.
Thank God I am now improving albeit gradually, and one of the first signs of improvement is the return of the wrinkles. I never thought I'd be glad to see those furrows but I am. My thanks to Almighty God and thanks to all of you who prayed for me and showed such concern for me. I am humbled and grateful. I wrote this poem in appreciation of wrinkles. Wrinkles How I love my wrinkled face Since 'Bells Palsy' laid me low As each furrow takes its place And my smile begins to grow. Now, those creased and craggy lines I gladly welcome back Chisel marks of special times-- Love each crinkle, frown and crack. Once the source of much lament Testifying youth had flown; With rebirth of each indent A new respect has grown. Lines that span my weathered brow Product of many frowns Ridges dug by worry's plough That crisscross my rugged crown. Smoother lines etched on my face Bearing witness to my smiles; Wrinkles are a living trace Of the passage of the miles. Time, by Master Sculptor's art Etched in contours of my lines Whose progression none can chart Save the One Who time designs. Vincent Lyons. He stood in the gap for me
Bearing my iniquity Lamb of God was slain to be The Saviour of my soul. High the hill of Calvary High the price He paid for me On a cross for all to see The Saviour of my soul. Oh how great the mystery! Sinless Son should die for me Burst my bonds and set me free The Saviour of my soul. Death's defeat is guarantee His saints will rise to ever be United with eternally The Saviour of their souls. Holy hearts then filled with glee In Glory's lasting ecstasy Worship Him Whom now they see The Saviour of their souls. Glory, glory, glory be To God the Father, Almighty And to Christ Who'll ever be The Saviour of our souls. By Vincent Lyons. New ideas ebb and flow
There's some who lead; the others go; The road is wide and many rush headlong; Digitally they converse Spelling weird and phrases terse; The 'wired for sound' all simply tag along. Mind-control? You think me odd! But written in the Word of God A time of great delusion is to come; Men will be deceived en masse (You think me foolish, even crass?) -- Were all who followed Hitler blind and dumb? See the 'writing on the wall' Illegible to most--a scrawl-- Deciphered by the Spirit of the Lord; Nothing's new beneath the sun Another antichrist will come A dreaded day we'er quickly heading toward. New ideas ebb and flow; By Spirit's lead His people know The signposts pointing out the narrow way; Twenty twelve has come and gone Proved the Mayan prophets wrong But lies can lull--There is a Judgement Day. Vincent Lyons. |
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