Sunday's On The Way...also the very first poem I ever wrote, etc

Sunday's On The Way

The Champion

He's Alive

CAUSE WE LOVE HIM

HE SENT THEM OUT, SOME TWO BY TWO

AND THEY WENT THOUGH THEY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

OF HIS WILL AND HIS WANT, THEY HAD BARELY A CLUE
BUT THEY WERE SENT AND THEY WENT CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

THEY WENT THROUGH THE HIGHWAYS AND HEDGES AND THORNS

THEY WERE PELTED WITH STONES AND WERE TAUNTED BY SCORN
THEY WERE RIDICULED, MOCKED FROM THE DUSK TO THE DAWN
BUT THEY WERE SENT AND THEY WENT CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

MIRACLES HAPPENED AND THE CROWDS LARGE THEY GREW

HEALINGS AND DELIVERANCES AND SALVATIONS TOO
DEMONS RAN OUT WHEN THEY WERE COMMANDED TO
AND THE DISCIPLES' FAITH GREW CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

AND TIME WENT ON AND THE CHURCH GREW IN NUMBER

THERE WAS LITTLE TIME FOR SLACKING AND NO TIME FOR SLUMBER
LOST HUMANITY GOT FOUND AND THE WORLD WEPT AT THE WONDER
AND IT SPREAD ROUND THE EARTH CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

INNOCENT MEN, NEWLY FREED, NEWLY BORN

PREACHED IN THE MARKET PLACE TO THE LOW AND FORLORN
AND WALKED CARRYING THE GOSPEL TILL THEIR TIRED FEET WERE WORN
BUT THEY WALKED AND THEY TALKED CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

THEN CAME THE DAY WHEN THE "RELIGIOUS" REBELLED

AND DECIDED THEY'D RATHER CONTINUE ON INTO HELL
AND THEY SILENCED THE CHRISTIANS AND TOLD THEM NOT TO TELL
BUT THEY COULD NOT BE SILENT CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

AND THE WOLVES ROSE UP AND CORNERED THE SHEEP

DISPATCHED THEM AT NOONDAY AND SLAUGHTERED THEM IN THEIR SLEEP
DEVISED TORTURES ANEW TO MAKE THEIR CHILDREN WEEP
BUT THEY DIED IN THEIR JOY CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.

AND THROUGH THE AGES, TIME'S MARCHED ON

AND CLOSER NOW ARE WE TO HOME
THE SHEEP TO THE SHEEPFOLD, TO THE PLACE WE BELONG
WE MARCH ON AND WE FIGHT CAUSE WE LOVE HIM.

THE WORLD IS FULL OF DANGEROUS SNARES

PITS OF PERSECUTION AND COFFINS OF CARES
THE WOLVES FAR OUTNUMBER THE SHEEP HERE AND THERE
BUT THE SHEEP GIVE THEIR LIVES CAUSE WE LOVE HIM.

NOW HERE AT THE EDGE OF THE END OF ALL THINGS

WE CAN LOOK INTO HEAVEN AND BEHOLD, OUR HEARTS SING
THOUGH THE WOLVES BITE AND BRUISE US, WE WILL GIVE EVERYTHING
AND WE REGRET NOT A THING CAUSE WE LOVE HIM.

©by Voo

June 5, 2004
1:40 p.m.

JESUS IS THERE


The devil can't get inside my heart
But Heaven knows how he has tried
Every time temptation finds me
Every time I run and hide.

I will get you soon, he tells me
Some unexpected, devilish way
But I don't listen, I just ignore him
And fall down on my knees to pray.

Since I've learned that right prevails
Since I know that I am loved
By the highest King of Glory
As He watches o'er me from above.

The devil can't get inside my heart
And he may try and sneer and pout
But how does he expect to find his way in?
When Jesus is there to push him out?

End 

©by Voo
age six or seven
My very first poem
Before I knew who God, Jesus,
 or the devil even were

This prophetic poem
later literally saved my life

This picture of Jesus looks more
closely to the actual Jesus
than any other image I have found.
None of them can come close in 
any way but this is very similar.
I do believe that He appears to
different people in different forms
that they can relate to but this
is the Jesus that took me to Heaven
and sat me in the palm of His hand
and on His shoulder
and spent time with me as though
I was the only person in the Universe
Voo

All Glory and Honor to You, my Savior

for what You did on that cross!

Luke 19:10
For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost."

1 John 3:8 — The New King James Version (NKJV)

8 He who sins is of the devil, for the devil has sinned from the beginning. 

For this purpose the Son of God was manifested, that He might destroy the 

works of the devil.

John 10:10

“The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”