Treasure

Proverbs 22:9, Matthew 25:35, 2 Corinthians 9:9, I Timothy 6:18-19

In appreciation of our friends at Food for the Hungry

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Look at the face, joy evident

Of a beautiful child, heaven-sent

To parents who care but can’t provide

Enough on which to subside.

 

We can take opportunity

To help ones in poverty

In a landscape far away from here

So hunger will not be something to fear.

 

Saving up a lot of stuff

In a cache, never enough

Will never be real treasure

For it uses an opposite measure.

 

What matters is relationship

Discovered by people on a trip

To a place hot, arid, and poor

Where the norm is to live on a dirt floor.

 

They give back to us,

Our spiritual hunger satisfied thus.

They love unconditionally

And our needs are met to a higher degree.

 

“I was hungry and you fed me,” they said

“You fed me,” we answer instead

An honor forever our deeds will be

This is what sets us free.

 

Copyright 2017 margaretportergriffin

Steps of Stone

Steps of stone top one another

Inside the wall of the old town

O’er the ages groaning with

The weight of beings bearing down.

 

David, king, wished a home

For the Ark to be at rest

As a warrior, he could not make it;

So bid his son to do his best.

 

“It endures forever – God’s love!”

In the temple lined with gilt

Rightly, prayerfully, dedicated,

For “The Great I Am” was built.

 

Solomon’s wisdom in the past,

Jerusalem in Judah’s realm

Northern Kingdom, Israel

Numbered ten tribes at the helm.

 

By Nebuchadnezzar and his army

Battered steps would soon be found

God’s chosen exiled, to Babylon

The stones scattered over the ground.

 

Persians conquered, a nation freed

It went back home to build anew

The second temple rose from rubble

A testament for every Jew.

 

Then the Greeks of Alexander

Brought their culture in a trample

Maccabees came to the rescue,

Purged and purified the temple.

 

Herod stretched the Temple Mount

The steps now Roman; the stones now theirs

And –- came God’s Son!  For the city cried

And then died, to make us heirs.

 

Persian, Muslim empires ruled

God’s people went into decline

More armies, large, determined

Took the walls in Palestine.

 

Foreign rulers held the stones

Until Crusaders filed in

Sacrificing limb and life

For God, a holy war to win.

 

Then — four hundred years of sultans,

Ottoman Turks of Istanbul

Steamships bringing travelers

Prosperity, suffering in this rule.

 

To the British went the spoils

Of a horror: worldwide war

Expansion of the island kingdom

One more sovereign, gaining more.

 

Finally!  Home!  The people came

Conflict first, among the camps.

Agreements, but then more fighting

Always facing terror rants.

 

Whose will be the final footsteps

Above the staircase hewn from stone?

God has promised, and we know that

It is Jesus, Christ, alone!

 

“His love endures forever!”

 

Poem Copyright 2017 margaretportergriffin

 

II Chronicles 5: 18: “But will God really dwell on earth with men? The heavens, even the highest heavens, cannot contain you. How much less this temple I have built!

 

Psalm 125: 2: “As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the Lord surrounds his people, both now and forevermore.”

 

Ezekiel 48:35: “…And the name of the city will be, ‘The Lord is There.’”

 

Zechariah 8: 3: “Jerusalem shall be called the faithful city…”

 

Matthew 24: 2 “I tell you the truth, not one stone here will be left on another; every one will be thrown down.”

 

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Ancient steps in Jerusalem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Called

Jesus had preached for a time

In his hometown, and in Galilee

Thousands were coming to hear

The words that would set the world free.

 

One of those days, on a mountain,

He stood at a level place

And began calling apostles

To carry God’s message of grace.

 

Followers from Judea, Tyre and Sidon

And Jerusalem: those troubled, in pain

Heard as he called twelve apostles

He’d asked the Father to name.

 

He looked at the crowd, and said that

The poor and the hungry were blessed

And those who cried and were hated

Would have Heaven for their final rest.

 

But the hunger was not of the body

The suffering, not physical pain

The poverty not lack of money

The hate not about human gain.

 

He was speaking about the spirit

Our eternal self, our soul

That if we listen to God and His Word

He will make our beings whole.

 

We can do nothing to make us deserve it

We cannot get it by being “good”

Abba, Father gives forgiveness

Earn it?  No one could.

 

He wants us to humble ourselves

Give in, and hunger for Him

Build a daily relationship

Make a light glowing, not dim.

 

We are dirty, and ragged, with nothing

That He can use.  So let’s let it go

God, author of grace undeserved!

Are you called?  Let the world know.

 

Copyright 2016 margaretportergriffin

 

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By the Sea of Galilee