Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard.
– Tim Notke
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The Angels’ Grief
The Son of God falls to His knees. His arms can’t bear the weight!
He looks up through His flowing blood to see His gruesome fate.
He tries to stand but falls again. His chest can’t bear the strain.
Yet still He presses on to where He will bear all hell’s pain.But just beyond the veil of man, we mourn above the hill.
The Father aches along with us, yet cries, “This is My will!”
We know the plan, we know the hope, we know He’ll resurrect —
The horror though still breaks our hearts, for we dare not protect.The King of kings lays down His limbs to feel the nails drive through.
His crown digs deep into His skull in royalty askew.
He’s raised up high on Calvary with two thieves at His side
Who bleed in shame along with Him, the Christ so falsely tried.But how the thought runs through our minds! “We’re just a prayer away!”
“We’d rescue You at bid and call, but still You choose to stay.”
The Father too holds fast His ground as oceans become tears,
Until His grief turns into rage and darkness halts man’s cheers.Three hours first, but now’s the worst. Sin’s punishment is come.
Today hell claims its finest prize, the Lord of lords undone.
With pure for vile and love for hate—His torture none can know.
The Son of Man becomes all sin and takes hell’s every blow.But just beyond the veil of black, we count the seconds gone.
The Father pours His wrath on sin until He is withdrawn.
“My God! My God!” cuts through our ears as we all hold our breath.
“It is finished!” ends the work as Christ embraces death.The bitter ground then claims His corpse, a stone to hold HIs head.
How could the One who blessed with life now be one with the dead?
We bide our time, and three days pass. The stone rolls from the grave
As Jesus Christ strolls from His tomb triumphant, strong, and brave!Now how we sing and bow in awe as heaven’s gates life up
To let the King of glory in who drank the Father’s cup.
“My Son, it’s done! The war is won! You bore the weight of hell!
“Forevermore, let it be known, that You have finished well!”
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Building a Retro Vacuum Cleaner (Made in China)
This song was funny because I started it a long time ago, and then I picked it up because I was bored. Somehow it ended up as what it is…
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No Trial Wasted
Once upon a time..
There was a traveler,
There was a mountain,
And there was a cross.Jesus knew the mountain.
The traveler followed Jesus.
Jesus led him up the mountain,
And furthermore, to the cross.Yet still I will say..
“I declare to the highest heaven and the lowest hell,
I trust my God and will follow Him to the last!
I will bless His name no matter the loss,
For no mountain climbed is to waste!Furthermore, no cross is to waste either.
Every trial of the faith can only strengthen.
Christianity is built upon crosses and resurrections,
And every mountain I climb, the only end is more of Jesus.”
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Give Me Jesus
In the morning, when I rise, give me Jesus.
When I am alone, give me Jesus,
And when I come to die, give me Jesus.
You can have all this world, but give me Jesus.(and thank you to those friends that grow my thirst for Him)
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Professional Punting
“I tried to catch fog the other day, but mist..”
Why did the scarecrow get a raise? Because he was outstanding in his field.
“You stole my Microsoft Word?! You’ll pay, I tell you! You have my Word!”
“Did you hear about the kidnapping at school?!” “Oh, it’s okay. He woke up.”
“I know a guy who’s addicted to break fluid, but he says he can stop anytime.”
How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it.
“I stayed up all night to see where the sun went, and then it dawned on me..”
“I’m reading a book about anti-gravity! I can’t put it down.”
“I saw a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.”
“At first they thought my blood type was Type A, but it was a typo.”
“The girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I’ve never met herbivore.”
“The class trip to the Coca-Cola Factory was awesome! I just hope there’s no pop quiz.”
The Energizer Bunny was arrested: charged for battery..
“At first I didn’t like my beard, but then it grew on me.”
What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.
What does a clock do when it’s hungry? It goes back four seconds.
“I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger, and then it hit me..”
Broken pencils are pointless.
What do you call an alligator in a vest? An investigator.
“Sir, it’s the Pentagon..” “The Pentagon?! What is it?!” “It’s a shape with five sides and five angles, but that’s not important right now!”
“Ma’am, it’s the hospital..” “The hospital?! What is it?!” “It’s a place where they put sick people, but that’s not important right now!”
Why are fish bad tennis players? They don’t like getting close to the net.
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Resolve
The True Christian Climbs OnThe mountaineer that climbs the heights
Must always face a test:To reach for a rock and slip,And fall down from the crest.And staring up from down below,
The mountaineer must choose:Dare the mountaineer give up?Or to defeat refuse?For down below the second time
Defines the mountaineer.How the mountaineer goes on
Reveals the true heart clear.And staring up from down below,
The mountaineer holds fast.The mountaineer presses on.The past is but the past.So taking hold of rock on rock
And climbing to the heights,The mountaineer will climb by dayAnd through the darkest nights.For had the mountaineer gave up,
No mountaineer was there.For every mountaineer climbs onThrough ease and defeat’s glare.
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It’s Okay to Cry
Once upon a time..
There was a joyous night:
A night filled with many tears,
Largely from one young man.This night marked a season’s end,
Yet also marked a season’s beginning.
It was the culmination of nine weeks:
A look back and a look forward alike.This young man had promised himself, “No tears.”
He had promised all of his close friends, “No tears.”
He had laughed his way through highschool graduation,
So really, why would he ever cry over this graduation?But as a backstory, he had always been ashamed of his tears.
He had grown up with a disposition to cry over good reasons,
Yet those good reasons had a way of striking fear into him:
Fear that his tears were an offense and travesty to behold.None the less, on this final, concluding night, names were given,
And all his close friends were likened unto brave heroes of the past.
So after spending nine weeks with such men, being given so accurate names,
“What name could possibly be given to someone like.. uh, me? Seriously!”Yet strangely, being likened unto a weeping prophet somehow clicked;
As if his prayer closet got a tip of the hat and a secret hand shake.
Meanwhile, all of heaven smiled as he burst into excessive tears.
Because his Father, after all those years, gently whispered,“My son, it’s okay to cry..”
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