tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671992598099168922024-03-08T02:27:51.218-08:00Prototype_LoveSneadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140464647243000948noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67199259809916892.post-61693195134856389322010-12-01T20:49:00.000-08:002010-12-01T20:49:20.476-08:00The Man at the Door<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I look out the window.</div><div class="MsoNormal">There he is again, that Man.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I asked my friend who this Man was </div><div class="MsoNormal">And why He was always there?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">All he had to say, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Was He was the man who put the stars in the sky,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Created the earth on which I walk,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Made every other planted, and star</div><div class="MsoNormal">And put the hairs on my head.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">He also said </div><div class="MsoNormal">The man wanted to offer eternal life with Him.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But why would the Man who made everything,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Care enough about me to offer me eternal life with Him?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There are so many people more important than me,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Why doesn’t he go get them and take them?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Look out my window.</div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s not Him knocking this time though</div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s my friend but that Man is right there with him.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I go out and talk to them.</div><div class="MsoNormal">My friend tells me this time </div><div class="MsoNormal">The Man’s name is God</div><div class="MsoNormal">And he sent his only Son Jesus to die for me</div><div class="MsoNormal">Because He Loves me….</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I ask why?</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am broken,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Weak,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Frail,</div><div class="MsoNormal">And far from Lovable.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But the man talks this time.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He says “With Me I’ll erase all of that,</div><div class="MsoNormal">I will wipe your slate clean,</div><div class="MsoNormal">I will make you brand new.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I ask the Man, ‘what’s the catch?’</div><div class="MsoNormal">He says, ‘Nothing the debt was paid,</div><div class="MsoNormal">When My Son hung on that cross for you.’</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This got me thinking….</div><div class="MsoNormal">This Man, God, is always there </div><div class="MsoNormal">Knocking at my door every day.</div><div class="MsoNormal">All I have to do is let Him in </div><div class="MsoNormal">And I’ll have eternal life,</div><div class="MsoNormal">No catch….</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Here I am God, please come in…</div>Sneadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140464647243000948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67199259809916892.post-29468560010498442422010-11-30T21:47:00.000-08:002010-11-30T21:47:36.584-08:00Glory<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">What happened to us? </span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Where did the Love go? </span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">When did it become about the money, fame, and glory? </span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Where is His Glory? </span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">If you want glory, Glorify the only one worth of it, not you or anyone else but rather Him. </span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">He who died, and made that Glorius Sacrifice. <br />
</span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">-SM</span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><b>Malachi 1 : 6 - 7a</b></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><b>6 -</b> "A son honors his father, and a servant his master. If then I [God] am a father, where is my honor? And if I [God] am a master, where is my fear? says the Lord of hosts to you, O priests, who despise my name. But you say, 'How have we despised your name?'</span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message"> <b>7a - </b>By offering polluted food upon my altar..."</span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><br />
</span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Basically my little poem came from me wandering what happened to us. We become so caught up in being known, or having the most stuff. In the words of Pastor James, "He who dies with the most toys, still dies." Give or take a few words there. But anyway what I get from that quote is you can own the world and all the money, but when you die and if you don't have God.. well you have nothing.</span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Then I started to think about how we accomplish things but don't give God Glory for it. We as people don't have a hard time talking to God when we need help or want something. But when we finally get what we want or figure out what was wrong, how many of us actually give God the Glory for it. I know I don't all the time. I have done stuff and taken credit for it, but looking back I know with all of me it really wasn't me at all. </span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">I'm just a 19 year-old kid trying to figure out life. How am I going to write a song, or poem to change someones life? I'm not.. I have typed stuff out that have helped people and I have talked to people and changed their heart, (Warning: Clique coming up)but it wasn't me it was all God. </span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">In fact all of this right here is God with a little bit of me mixed in.. </span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><br />
So... Here goes nothing.. Here is Your Glory God....</span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">The Scripture Verse just kinda went along with the poem, and I encourage anyone who reads this to read Malachi. </span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><b> </b> </span></h3>Sneadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140464647243000948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67199259809916892.post-19475464657347305172010-11-30T21:06:00.000-08:002010-11-30T21:06:25.219-08:00PedestalYOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?!?!?<br />
Well....<br />
I think you're wrong...<br />
I'm not saying I'm better than you,<br />
Because who really is better than another<br />
When we all SUCK!!!!<br />
<br />
I just have some questions for you...<br />
<br />
What's the weather like up on your pedestal?<br />
Do you have a nice view of all the people you are pushing away?<br />
What's it like watching everyone who was there before your rise LEAVE?!?<br />
<br />
Ya know, They say it's lonely on the top.<br />
Too bad I enjoy the company to much....<br />
<br />
But one more quick question since you think your so much better than EVERYONE ELSE!!!!<br />
<br />
Is it Lonely up there, on top of your PEDESTAL?!?!<br />
<br />
......................<br />
<br />
Too bad <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291179742_0">poetic justice</span> isn't all it's cracked up to be...<br />
<br />
Because you got more friends who are JUST LIKE YOU!!!!!<br />
<br />
But are they <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291179742_1">true friends</span>?<br />
Because if they are just like you then they think they are BETTER than <br />
you....<br />
<br />
Then you are just caught up in this vicious circle,<br />
<br />
Of back talkers and back stabbers<br />
<br />
Whoa, I guess poetic justice works out sometimes.....<br />
<br />
And for all you who read this or listen to this<br />
And tell me, "Oh, this is great"<br />
Or however you so choose to word it.<br />
<br />
But then turn around later and talk about ME behind MY BACK!!!<br />
<br />
Welcome to YOUR Pedestal.......<br />
<br />
Because if you got beef with me<br />
Well then take me to dinner<br />
I'll even give you the knife out my back.<br />
<br />
JUST!<br />
Tell me to my face<br />
Why you don't like me<br />
Cause I'll tell you my mind real quick<br />
<br />
But wait wait wait!!!<br />
If you tell me you don't Like me.<br />
Then you can't use me.<br />
And that's no good for you.<br />
Cause it's all about you right?<br />
<br />
So until you man up<br />
And<br />
tell me to my face how you feel<br />
And<br />
Stop talking smack behind BACK!!<br />
<br />
WELCOME TO YOUR PEDESTAL!!!!!<br />
<br />
-SMSneadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140464647243000948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67199259809916892.post-20602365563260003652010-11-24T11:51:00.001-08:002010-11-24T11:51:44.272-08:00Sleepless NightOur <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1290628241_0" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; cursor: pointer;">God is a God of wonders</span>,<br />
If He takes you to it He surely will get you through it,<br />
If He closes one door be ready for a new one to open,<br />
He is a God who is always on your side<br />
through thick and thin and good and bad.<br />
<br />
He is our Groom, dressed and ready for anew,<br />
And we are his Bride, who should be<br />
ready but,<br />
yet is stricken with <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1290628241_1">cold feet</span> and only feels defeat.<br />
<br />
I wanna be ready I want to start my life anew!<br />
What holds me back? What keeps me doubting?<br />
<br />
Is it the devil? Is it me?<br />
Is it something beyond you and me that nobody can fathom?<br />
<br />
Why can't I hold on to the thing I know?<br />
Why can't I just believe?<br />
<br />
I want to seek you God not just because that is what I am told to do,<br />
But because I want to know you more,<br />
I want to see the world through your eyes,<br />
I want to feel what you feel,<br />
And play where you play,<br />
Because I believe you are a true God who can do things like play in a<br />
park.<br />
<br />
I want to hold your hand and tell each other stories<br />
And share things with you God.<br />
<br />
I want to tell you that I love you to your face,<br />
And I want you to hold me while I weep in your presence,<br />
Because I believe you are that type of God.<br />
<br />
But since you are there, where ever 'there' is,<br />
And I am here I will just live life with your people,<br />
I will love always,<br />
I will make the most of the life you gave me.<br />
Praising You every way I can,<br />
And loving, every chance I get.<br />
<br />
Lord I thank you for every blessing you have placed upon me and every<br />
person you have brought to me. God I love you and will forever praise<br />
you.<br />
Amen.Sneadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140464647243000948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67199259809916892.post-43835597817506127042010-11-23T21:41:00.000-08:002010-11-23T21:41:56.573-08:00Worship<div class="MsoNormal">WHY?!?!?!<br />
WHY DO WE WORSHIP?!?!?!<br />
WHAT IS WORSHIP?!?!?!?!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Well I started to think about this question one day..</div><div class="MsoNormal">And I tried to put my thoughts into that same STUPID FORM of "Worship to me is (Dot Dot Dot)"</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">BUT then i really started thinking and i figured out Worship to me is</div><div class="MsoNormal">SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS!!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal">Playing a guitar</div><div class="MsoNormal">Playing a bass</div><div class="MsoNormal">Playing a drum</div><div class="MsoNormal">Playing a violin</div><div class="MsoNormal">Whatever it is THAT YOU DO TO SHOW GOD YOU LOVE HIM!!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">but then i started to feel guilty</div><div class="MsoNormal">i started thinking about all the times i criticize people for not dancing around or being undignified during worship </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Easy for me to criticize when i have my bass to hide behind</div><div class="MsoNormal">But when i don’t have that bass or a guitar </div><div class="MsoNormal">And i lose my veil and i am VULNERABLE!!!!!!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’m scared </div><div class="MsoNormal">I’m worried about what people will think of me</div><div class="MsoNormal">What they will say...</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I know i pray that same prayer every time LORD</div><div class="MsoNormal">"Lord let them not see us but let them see you through us (DOT DOT DOT)"</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But do i really mean it</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sometimes i doubt myself</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Am i really trying to Worship you God or am i trying to be worshiped</div><div class="MsoNormal">Am i just trying to make myself look better by worshiping you and saying its not for me when it really subliminally is for me? </div><div class="MsoNormal">And not you God</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Well imma change that </div><div class="MsoNormal">Here goes nothing</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">"I’m coming back to the heart of worship when it’s all about YOU all about YOU Jesus. I’m sorry Lord for the thing i made it when it’s all about YOU all about You Jesus...."</div>Sneadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140464647243000948noreply@blogger.com0