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Have You Ever Been Mad at the Devil?


Have you ever been mad at the devil?

For masterminding the downfall of man?

After all had he kept away from Eve and Adam,

Wouldn’t we be in Eden ourselves today?

 

Have you ever been mad at the devil?

For exposing our weaknesses so well?

Couldn’t he have just left us alone

Stop using us like his personal pawns?

 

Have you ever been mad at the devil?

For your pain, struggles and sorrows in life?

Why wars, poverty, murder and lies?

Why does it seem love has to die?

 

Have you ever been mad at God then?

For the things He could do but didn’t?

Feed the hungry, give to the poor, heal all the ill

Stop wars and death doesn’t He love us so well?

 

 

Have you ever been mad at God?

Think perhaps He wasted free will on man?

Allowing us to choose Him or not?

He could have forced our love could He not?

 

Have you ever considered being mad at you?

Isn’t that what having a choice is about?

Satan may tempt you there isn’t a doubt

But *God has promised He’ll provide a way out.

 

Have you ever been mad at yourself?

Though blaming Satan and God is easier?

Truth is we all choose our own way

To spend our tomorrows and our todays.

 

Have you ever been mad at yourself?

For the wrongs you do towards any others?

It is those wrongs multiplied intensified

That helps us keep right on denying.

 


Have you ever been mad at the devil?

Have you ever been mad at God Himself?

Have you ever been mad at Y-O-U?

Yes, have you ever been mad at Y-O-U?

                d.f.a.v. 4/6/14

Some food for thought,

–Donna

Prayer for them All

 

Abba Father,

The tears roll down an aging cheek

A wound is raw and weeping too

The world, this life has driven deep

It’s thorns of pain, distress and grief.

 

The anguish grows within a soul

Where loss has taken by surprise

Loved ones gone now grown cold

A vacuum now left behind.

 

 

 

The hunger in a stomach gnaws

Unnourished child of poverty

Trapped in the woes of Satan’s claws

The result of someone else’s sin.

 

 

The bombs explode, the shots ring out

People die without a chance

No way to help, no one to shout

Man’s war claims its victims gleefully.

 

 

The heart and mind of folks deceived

By false religions and deities

Whose heart the Truth they’ve not received

Who shun the Word or yet to hear.

 

The ones who are most like me

Who know You as their Saving Lord

Yet choose instead the sinner’s way

Who cannot break their selfish chords.

 

These ones I lift to You in prayer

O Mighty God the Living Word

Let me be an instrument of Your care

Let me be Your hands and feet!

These human souls in distress

Need You above all else it’s true

Accept this prayer to address

The woes of all who make humanity.

There seems so little I can do

So Father God I trust You’ve heard

Trust I have in the might of You

The Provider God, the I Am.

Send angels or Believers like me

Ease suffering, pain and hunger too

Loosen Satan’s grip so hope they see

You are God and love them still.

                            d.f.a.v. 8/28/13

Let it be!

-Faye

More of Him, Less of Me

As John the Baptist in days of old

To all who would listen surely told

After Jesus had been baptized by him

And the disciples began baptizing men

“He must be greater; I must become less.”*

 

If the world is to know who Jesus is

The gift He gave for us to be His

Then I must set aside self-pride

Trust in Him for every stride

I must become less so He can be greater.

 

Should my prayers be answered

For they are with His will aligned

Then I must put off my pettiness

Before Him I must readily confess

In me be greater Lord, my status less.

 

If the words I write are to mean anything

For the testimony I give for Jesus the King

Then to His will I surrender willingly

Setting aside my desires deliberately

For Him to be greater and I to be less.

 

What will this mean for me in this world

Can I not run to Him for me anymore?

Of course I can for He wants me to

Just as He wants that for you

But to make Him greater, and I less.

 

How will this look upon my face

Let me cling tightly to His grace

Let upon my countenance shine

The image of Christ for all mankind

As He becomes greater, and I become less.

 

It is simple and hard at the same time

This message God has said is mine

Part of the cross I must take to follow Him

From here to there and back again

“He must be greater; I must become less.”*

            -d.f.a.v. 8-21-13

More of Him, less of me!

-Faye

*John 3:30 N.I.V.