I was blind Bartameus

 Here’s today’s poem. It’s called:

I was blind Bartameus

I was blind yet not from birth, 

Regained sight to see 

Begging, blind, He held my mind 

Howled "have mercy on me"

Crowd will crow, scoffers show 

Persist, He hears our cries 

Jesus calls, faith stands or falls 

He will heal our eyes 

What then, Once healed what's next 

Allegiance to Christ is owed 

Like ole Bart, we get new start 

Follow Jesus along the road.

Mark 10:46-52

Blind Bartimaeus Receives His Sight

Then they came to Jericho. As Jesus and his disciples, together with a large crowd, were leaving the city, a blind man, Bartimaeus (which means “son of Timaeus”), was sitting by the roadside begging. When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Jesus stopped and said, “Call him.”

So they called to the blind man, “Cheer up! On your feet! He’s calling you.” Throwing his cloak aside, he jumped to his feet and came to Jesus.

“What do you want me to do for you?” Jesus asked him.

The blind man said, “Rabbi, I want to see.”

“Go,” said Jesus, “your faith has healed you.” Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus along the road.

Salome save

 Here’s today’s song. It’s called:

Salome save 

She was asked to dance, did she have a chance 

Asked by her king and her mother 

Had John killed, for us blood was spilled 

Shows at Tomb, grieving for Another

King's birthday dinner, thought he was the winner 

Ended up eaten by distress 

Herod's day was done, Jesus Christ has won 

She's not to blame, Salome to bless 

Waiting for the sabbath, the girls got together 

Spent what they had on His anointing 

Weren't expecting Spirit, asked each other as they near it 

Who'll roll the stone to where He's pointing

King's birthday dinner, thought he was the winner 

Ended up eaten by distress 

Herod's day was done, Jesus Christ has won 

She's not to blame, Salome to bless 

King's birthday dinner, thought he was the winner 

Ended up eaten by distress 

Herod's day was done, Jesus Christ has won 

She's not to blame, Salome to bless. 

Matthew 14:6-12

6 On Herod’s birthday the daughter of Herodias danced for the guests and pleased Herod so much 7 that he promised with an oath to give her whatever she asked. 8 Prompted by her mother, she said, “Give me here on a platter the head of John the Baptist.” 9 The king was distressed, but because of his oaths and his dinner guests, he ordered that her request be granted 10 and had John beheaded in the prison. 11 His head was brought in on a platter and given to the girl, who carried it to her mother. 12 John’s disciples came and took his body and buried it. Then they went and told Jesus.

Mark 16:1-3

Jesus Has Risen

16:1-8pp — Mt 28:1-8; Lk 24:1-10

1 When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus’ body. 2 Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb 3 and they asked each other, “Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?”

How long, LORD, will the wicked?

 Here’s today’s poem. It’s called:

How long, LORD, will the wicked?

Godless fools who live by hate, jubilant songs they sing 

O, but their end, He'll surely send 

Sheol is the burden they bring 

Upon this earth there's joy and mirth 

The Godless are dying 

Wicked folks bear heavy yokes 

Flailing, not flying 

Jesus says, "Come to Me all you who are weary"

Take His yoke, your soul awoke 

Real rest, your choice is cheery.

Psalms 94:3

How long, LORD, will the wicked,

how long will the wicked be jubilant?

Matthew 11:28-29

28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.

Plunder

 Here’s today’s poem. It’s called: 

Plunder

I sin, I need The Lord 

His mercy covers all 

Each morning I make mistakes 

Evil one ties and takes 

Still strong as I hear and heed His call 

Holy Spirit speaks, He protects and He frees 

His goal is always freedom for man 

He's been around forever, man curses Him will never 

See His face, He's fair because He can 

Without Him I'm afraid , I'm weak and at risk 

Like a lamb , lion looks to slaughter

Satan is a prowler, tries to trap as fowler 

Laid his evil trap for Eve and caught her 

I am no better, I am just like Eve 

Without His protection I'm a goner 

With him I'm strong, eternal, lasting long 

Free to follow Jesus, in His honor.

Genesis 3:2-5

2 The woman said to the serpent, “We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, 3 but God did say, ‘You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.’” 4 “You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman. 5 “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”

Mark 3:22-29

22 And the teachers of the law who came down from Jerusalem said, “He is possessed by Beelzebul! By the prince of demons he is driving out demons.”

23 So Jesus called them over to him and began to speak to them in parables: “How can Satan drive out Satan? 24 If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. 25 If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand. 26 And if Satan opposes himself and is divided, he cannot stand; his end has come. 27 In fact, no one can enter a strong man’s house without first tying him up. Then he can plunder the strong man’s house. 28 Truly I tell you, people can be forgiven all their sins and every slander they utter, 29 but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven; they are guilty of an eternal sin.”