Punch First Talk Later

Punch First Talk Later

(Works for defense of women and in battle against the devil)

{A Contemplative Poem}

 

When I battle against my enemies—

This World, My Flesh (PRIDE), and The Devil—

I must not cower, but fight with the strength my God supplies.

For my strength is small, but Christ’s is very great!

 

Step up O boy!

Become a man!!

You strength is not within, but in

HIM!

 

Take a stand!

Punch that old snake first and talk later!

Punch your old flesh first and talk later!

Punch this sinning world first and talk later!

 

The peace must be maintained, it is not sporadically gained.

So which side will you be on?

 

The victorious side that is punching, wrestling, sparing, and winning the ultimate battle or

 The unrighteous ranks that stand for everything evil.

There is nothing great or good about evil!

Only God is good and great!

Therefore align thy banners with Him.

 

Well, when all is said and done in the spiritual, the physical must be

Fixed upon and the actions necessary applied.

 

When a woman, young or old, girl or grandmother;

When Eve’s mysterious race are harmed by fellow or by country

Who will stand?

 . . . .

You?!

You, man of God are to stand!!

Who will give their lives for the protection of others?

Not a woman, not that tis not right in God’s sight

For a woman is not to defend in the place of a man.

 

You! You, young man, are the one to die for the enslaved! To fight for the oppressed!

 

The only question is will you do it?

And will you follow HIS leading?

You are created to be a leader; every man is to some degree.

Some rule a city others a country, but all rule their homes in either justice, righteousness and peace or in slander, malice, hate, and pride.

 

Choose young man . . . . . You must! . . . .

WILL YOU?

Poem: I Said to Her

Poem

I said to her

By: Ryan Marks

[A fictional account of one man’s story with his wife.]

Dearest one, the little one within you is about to die.

Only two options have we: one to kill the unborn babe, the other to risk thee.

I love thee second only to God.

I love thee more than this child . . . this amazing gift from above.

But I say to you now, “Fare thee well.”

For though I love your life, I will not sign . . . I will not sign . . .

The Death Warrant of our precious Child.

“Fare thee well” . . . .  “Fare thee well”

My heart is sad, but my soul is glad, for I shall see thee again.

Our child may survive or may be with you very soon.

“Fare thee well” . . . .  “Fare thee well”

The would-be executioner comes again pleading,

“If only we destroy the child your wife will live and be with thee!!”

“Fare thee well” . . . . “Fare thee well”

“O Lord, my soul longs to be with You, so that this test would not take place. But YEA, though I walk through the shadow of my dearest’s death to THEE I shall still loyal be. Thy Word is clear, murder tis’  sin and how much more that of my own children! Hold me in your arms O Lord, her breath is growing faint. . .”

“Fare thee well” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A Girl! They say! I laugh then cry for my dearest breath has just passed away.

I stayed true to Him . . . .

I obeyed the hardest thing that a man can ever endure – even harder than his own death. . . .

Yet that crime – abortion, God whispers to me can be forgiven. . . .

Though I have not transgressed, my soul within me now is given A MISSION.

And it shall expand as many a man reads this simple composition.

The Bridge Builder

The Bridge Builder

Will Allen Dromgoole

An old man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;

You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,

"There followeth after me today
A youth, whose feet must pass this way."

"This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."

http://www.cordula.ws/poems/bridge.html The Bridge Builder

The Bridge Builderhighway,

Came, at the evening cold and gray,

To a chasm vast and deep and wide.

Through which was flowing a sullen tide

The old man crossed in the twilight dim,

The sullen stream had no fear for him;

But he turned when safe on the other side

And built a bridge to span the tide.

 

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,

“You are wasting your strength with building here;

Your journey will end with the ending day,

You never again will pass this way;

You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,

Why build this bridge at evening tide?”

 

Thought 320: Rome didn't fall in a day. It was a process with a beginning and an end. -- so are our lives . . . from Ryan's devotional book series Thoughts

Thought 320

Rome didn’t fall in a day. It was a process with a beginning and an end. – so are our lives . . .

  In life we will have many battles and temptations ahead of us. We will face “stuff.” And if the “stuff” isn’t dealt with according to the Lord’s prescription, it can grow into something very ugly. Hopefully following poem will hit home the concept for you:

Little heart, what was that?

O! You have a secret.

Well, little heart take this advice:

You cannot hide vice or dice for long, one day the truth will be told.

Then your secret will shame you, that is, your hidden sins

Will be laid forth before all later on.

Yonder, over there the secret is crawling out.

 

O little heart, you have hidden your sin for two months, a year    

And ten days, but I see your hidden package drawing near.

The package is being opened!

Yuck! EEU! What a disgusting thing!

Little heart, the only thing you should have buried within

Thee, is the Word of our Lord.

But alas, you have had a hard time, your sin was not buried there in

The purity of the Cross.

May God bless and cleanse and heal and rapture,

You, your poor little heart as you repent of your sin.

Fare the well, and may ye learn from this little heart tale.

 

What we go  through in life an tear us down or be a victory as we submit it to Christ.

 

Thought 316: Remember me (a poem) from Ryan's devotional book series Thougths

Thought 316

Remember me (a poem)

 

…remember me

Remember my brief life, my laugh, my smile.

Remember all I did while I was with you . . . which was but for a while.

Now I have no fun, in this afterlife.

I cry, I weep, I wail . . . I am lonely . . .

 

I see God, I see His servants rejoicing and feasting, but

I…I have chosen…..one of the other many paths.

 

O dear friends all I did was in vain.

I left the Lord in High School, I went my own way.

 

While I lived I had the life! –

A Harley…girls…money…fun, regardless of the situation….

...but none of that matters now.

 

The drugs, the sex, the craziness bought me only this:

A one way ticket to Hell!

 

If Christians really want others to come to heaven with them,

Then why didn’t they try harder to win me to their side?

Those Christians have it all...now.

 

O dear readers, REMEMBER ME.

Don’t come to this place; choose the better way before it is too late!

Forgive and forget, obey and proceed, fight the good fight and finish the race that

Is set before you…

…You still have time, you are still alive…

…don’t make the wrong choice like me…

…don’t follow your heart, rather do whatever it is that God wants you to do,

Because it will pay off…you won’t be HERE.

 

Repent and Believe!

Accept the SAVIOR.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Devotion from Ryan's devotional series, Thoughts

Thought 156

My Comforter

 

Lord, thou hast known me from my making,

In my mothers’ womb You knit me.

And You gave me whispers of Your Word

To strengthen my developing soul.

Praise be to You for what You

Have made!

ME!!!

Consider the meaning of this poem and check out Job 10:8-12, Jeremiah 1:4-5, & Psalm 139:13.