Truth (III John)

My source of greatest joy is found,
To hear my children still abound,
With in the truth – the Lord’s compound,
Rejoicing in the truth.

With wisdom is the truth proclaimed,
The tongue to speak or to restrain,
Speak truth for Christ and not to blame,
With wisdom speak the truth.

And if your thoughts are not precise,
Then seek out Godly saint’s advice,
To see what steps should be devised,
With reference for the truth.

Be careful then in what you state,
Your own pet theory to debate,
With caution when you speculate,
Distinguishing the truth.

Be bold with those who turn away,
Don’t bend to what the bullies say,
Let truth not fall deceptions prey,
Exposing what’s not truth.

And never, brother, hold your peace,
In speaking truth thus never cease,
That always we in truth increase,
We always speaking truth.

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Leviticus 23: Typological Rest

Every rest that Christ commanded,
Points as types and shadows,
To the rest in Christ now branded,
Of the days He hallowed.

Rest then showing our salvation,
Not by works receiving,
Trusting God against damnation,
In His grace believing.

Too, remember His creation,
Trumpets shrilly singing,
Keep yourselves – His holy nation,
He His kingdom bringing.

Keep your words and ways then humble,
Resting in His working,
These two things would make you stumble,
Christ atonement birthing.

And the harvest celebration,
All in tents are dwelling,
Showing Jesus’ incarnation,
Decadence dispelling.

Joy before the Lord displaying,
We the fruits He gathered,
Worship – joyous music playing,
Thanks to God the Father!

Resting in His many graces,
In your dwellings praise Him.
Keep His rest in all your places,
Every house embrace Him!

James 1:1-4: “Count It All Joy!”

In trials, anxious and distressed,
Though painful in the time,
The trials in the mind and flesh,
For purity designed,
With grief and sorrow full possessed,
Yet joy is called to mind.

Though persecuted or alone,
In poverty or thirst,
In unexpected troubles blown,
Yet count it joy from first,
Rejoicing then for sorrow sown,
For patience it will birth.

The fire buns away the dross,
And kindles stronger faith,
Then happy in our greatest loss,
For we gain when we wait,
And patience brings its perfect gloss,
In pain we celebrate.

Oh, Lord, then bring us back to Thee,
For Thou designed this pain,
And bring me to Thy purity,
Thy presence then to gain,
The catalyst of sanctity,
Thy grace will yet remain.