The Warning

The Warning By George Thurlow 　 At the gate of America a warning so profound, Amid calamity and confusion, the towers tumbled down. Carnage and destruction, panic everywhere, Ashes, smoke and fire choking off the air. A harbinger and omen just like a trumpet sound Calling for repentance on consecrated ground. At Ground Zero in a chapel the forefathers bowed in prayer And dedicated America to God's loving care. And this historic chapel still stands in place today, But our love for God has dwindled and has but faded all away. Riches are now security, man's faith is in his wealth; He ignores the One who gave him life and breath and health. He builds monuments of arrogance, self-sufficiency and pride... Modern towers of Babel reaching up through the skies. Sin is rampantly raging and innocent blood is shed; Immorality is flagrant as if man thought that God was dead. But in His mercy God sends warning of judgment soon to fall, Calling for repentance and revival one and all. No doubt that God was shouting on that September morn When He produced an ensign right on the chapel lawn. A beam from the north tower struck down the sycamore tree; A symbol signaling judgment about to fall on thee. This prophetic moment was our nation's wake up call; The protective hedge was lifted now a breach in our wall. Will America pay attention before it is too late? Or will we go the way it's written in Isaiah nine verse eight? *Isaiah 9:8-10 The foundation will be shaken if not built upon the rock, Shifting sands will overcome us with dreadful fear and shock. With destruction all around us, collapsed entire walls, Will America's haughty spirit precede its mighty fall? Please note that information concerning the dedication of America at St. Paul's Chapel at Ground Zero where The Twin Towers fell;  the beam from the north tower striking the sycamore tree at that site as being a harbinger from God of judgment; and also it's relationship to Isaiah 9:8-10 is based on Rabbi Jonathan Cahn's book THE HARBINGER. The rest of the poem are my thoughts and opinions of America's state.



America Bless God

 

 

 

 

 

 

America Bless God By George Thurlow   "God Bless America" We hear these words in song, And see it on bumper stickers, But might we have it wrong? Has not His "grace been shed on thee", And we've been blessed with great prosperity, And given opportunity Like no nation has ever seen? Once established as a "city" To shine the Gospel light... Once a God fearing people Trying to live aright. But along the way we missed it, Many lost the fear of God, Becoming humanistic, They stated "man is God". And God withdrew His favor For He was not welcome here, And removed His hand of protection... Resulting in terror and fear. Then came a downward spiral Which found us fighting for survival. Now there must be a revival Like this nation has never seen. "God Bless America"? I believe we have it wrong. Perhaps the time has come at last To sing another song. "America Bless God", We need to change our tune. Repentance is in order; It must be quick and soon! For we've offended a Holy God, And turned our back on Him. Evil, vile, and filthy We're polluted in our sins. It's time to sing another song, Be humble and seek His face. In His mercy and forgiveness Once again He'll shed His Grace.   Psalm 33:13 "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord; and the people whom He hath chosen for His own inheritance."   2 Chronicles 7:14 If my people which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land."



Mischief Framed By Law

 

Mischief Framed By Law By George Thurlow The workers of iniquity Frame mischief by a law,1 And spread their deadly poison With the flap of their jaws. Like servants riding horses And princes walking round...2 Evil is waxing greater For all is upside down. Declaring light is darkness And calling darkness light... Goodness now is evil And evil now is right.3 Fulfilling Bible prophecy By the stroke of a pen, Accentuating the depravity Of all wicked men. Nothing is restrained that They imagine now to do; As in the day of Noah Judgment is coming too. 4 Sin demands a deadly price; It reaps its own reward.5 Repentance is required. There's mercy with the Lord. Will God's Word be outlawed? Can the Almighty now be sued? Is it now a hate crime To preach the Gospel truth? Could a pompous court judge Arrest the Heavenly King, Lock the door on all His churches, Make the church bells cease to ring? Will it be illegal To have another view? Will the secret thought police Come sneaking up on you? Perilous days were predicted And surely they've arrived, With a form of godliness But the true power is denied.6   1. Psalm 94:20 "Shall the throne of iniquity have fellowship with thee, which frameth mischief by a law?".       2. Ecclesiastes 10:7 "I have seen servants upon horses, and princes walking as servants upon the earth."        3. Isaiah 5:20 "Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!"   4. Genesis 11:6 "...now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do." 5.Romans 6:23 "For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."        6. 2 Timothy 3:1-7  This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.  For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts,  Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.

 

 



Philippian Power

 

 

Philippian Power

By George Thurlow

 

 When you think that you can't make it

And you're running out of steam;

Open up your Bible
 To Philippians 4:13.

 

Through Christ you'll receive the power

And the strength to make it through.

Just keep your eyes on Jesus,

Obtain strength you never knew.

 

Are you going through a rough time

And trials have come your way?

Lift your hands and praise Him

Just thank the Lord today.

 

Be honored you're counted worthy

To suffer along with Him;

Through strife and persecution

He makes us stronger men.

 

Do temptations lurk at every turn

And you feel the urge to sin?

Call upon the Savior's name

He'll give you strength within.

 

Today do you feel inadequate

For the task that lies ahead?

Let Jesus do it through you

He'll enable you instead.

 

Does fear so paralyze you

And holds you in its grip?

Afraid to step out in faith

For fear that you might trip?

 

Reach out your hand to Jesus

In His confidence you will find

Those things that terrorized you

Have vanished in no time.

 

The answers to our problems

 Can be found in the Holy Book.

Turn now to Philippians

Go and have a look.

Philippians 4:13
 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.


Sunrise At The Seashore

 

Sunrise At The Seashore

By George Thurlow

 

One Sunday at the seashore

I saw the most awesome, glorious sight;

An artistic display of grandeur

Revealed in the morning light.

 

 Off the ocean's icy surface

Sea smoke did arise,

With the backdrop of such voluminous clouds

Like mountains against the sky.

 

Through this arctic smoke as it blew about

I caught glimpses of sea gull wings;

They reminded me of the cherubim

And got me thinking of heavenly things.

 

These billowy clouds concealed the sun

As it ascended from out the sea:

As higher and higher it arose

The clouds' edges became orangey. 

 

Still I could not see it

But the sky began to glow

And I could feel the warmness from it

Though nothing yet had shown.

 

The Holy Spirit revealed to me

That this is much like faith.

We know our Father is always near

Though we can't see Him face to face.

 

But His grace and glory is revealed

By the warmth felt in our hearts;

And the light He cast upon us

When He chased away the dark.

 

Within a few short minutes

The sun rose above the clouds

No longer hidden by the veil

That mountainous billowing shroud.

 

I was reminded of some future day

When no longer the sun we'll see.

God will be seen in all His splendor

And He our light will be.

 

 

 

 



Musings And Fellowship at Goosefare Brook

 

 

Musings And Fellowship At Goosefare Brook

By George Thurlow

 

Lord, thank you for this beautiful gift

This lovely early morn;

The elegance of the Canada geese

Sun-enhanced with graceful forms:

 

Feeding along the river bank,

Just paddling along;

I wonder if they too like me

In spirit are singing songs?

 

And I can not help but notice

There are twelve of them.

It reminds me of your disciples

You converted to fishers of men.

 

And these geese require for survival

Nutrients from the tide,

Near the streams of living water

They must continually abide.

 

And I know how true for us Christians too,

The source of our strength and power,

Is from your ever flowing fountain

 And your torrents of heavenly showers.

 

I must plunge into this living stream

To be nourished and fed of God:

Into Ezekiel's river*

Away from the barren sod.

 

Then like these feathered creatures

I too will take to flight;

Endued with strength and power

I will soar to greater heights.

 

 

I enjoy my morning fellowship with the Lord and the lessons and thoughts the Holy Spirit puts in my spirit. One morning while enjoying His awesome presence, His beautiful creation and the reading of His Word at Goosefare Brook (Old Orchard Beach, Maine)  the Holy Spirit gave me these thoughts and this resulting poem.

 

*Ezekiel 47:3-5 
³ And when the man that had the line in his hand went forth eastward, he measured a thousand cubits, and he brought me through the waters; the waters were to the ankles.
⁴ Again he measured a thousand, and brought me through the waters; the waters were to the knees. Again he measured a thousand, and brought me through; the waters were to the loins.
⁵ Afterward he measured a thousand; and it was a river that I could not pass over: for the waters were risen, waters to swim in, a river that could not be passed over.

 John 4:14
¹⁴ But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.
 

 



The Mulligrubs

 

 

The Mulligrubs

By George Thurlow

 

In the season of the mulligrubs

When all seems bleak and drear,

And worry overtakes you

And your heart is full of fear.

 

You can not see the sunshine;

It's obscured by fog and haze.

Your mind is all befuddled.

You feel trapped inside a maze.

 

A trip right to the altar

Is certainly needed stat,

To get your mind in focus

And your life right back on track.

 

An attitude adjustment

Is the proven remedy

Where Jesus' Blood will cleanse you

And realign priorities.

 

The cure for the mulligrubs

Is down on bended knees,

To drive away the selfish thoughts

And get rid of "Oh poor me".

 

 Get back into the heavenly realm

And crucify the flesh:

Invite the Holy Spirit

To renew your soul afresh.

 

Apply the Blood of Jesus

And the power of His name.

You've been given all authority

Over the devil's games.

 

Don't allow the blues to conquer,

Nor give up and mope about.

Stand and face the devil.

Just kick old slewfoot out!

 

"Mulligrubs"- I first heard this term used by a Rev. Duane Jones who was the speaker at an Assembly of God men's retreat (advance) in 1996. The term is used more down south and means despondent, sullen, in an ill-tempered mood, to sulk, or to have the blues. I was having a mulligrub day when this poem came about. I was down at church spending some needed time alone with the Lord and this poem was the counsel I received from the Holy Spirit. Hope it will be an encouragement for someone else who may be in the mulligrubs.

 

 

 



Faith Calls It Done

 

 

Faith Calls It Done

By George Thurlow

 

 

Faith sees the invisible

And every battle won.

Faith believes the impossible

And just calls it done.

 

Faith sees beyond the circumstance,

And stands upon the Word;

It doesn't go by feeling

But on every Word that's heard.

 

It's not a mental process,

Nor emotion or intellect:

Faith is Spirit guided

Not of earthly flesh.

 

It's a matter of being sensitive

To the Spirit's voice,

Tuning out the negative clamor

By one's personal choice.

 

Faith is persistent,

Doesn't waver and doesn't fold.

It's tenacious as a bulldog,

To the truth it grabs a hold.

 

Faith knows the answer

Is assuredly on the way;

And it doesn't get discouraged

When it's seemingly delayed.

 

Faith believes in answered prayer

And see the victory already won.

It will not settle for nothing less;

Faith just calls it done.

Door of Utterance

 

 

 

Door of Utterance

By George Thurlow

 

Give me a door of utterance

To speak of Jesus Christ:

And a window of opportunity

To share the Words of life.

 

Let me walk in wisdom

Towards those that are without;

Help me to redeem the time

Before it's all run out.

 

Let my speech be full of grace

Seasoned well with salt,

So when I give an answer

In me be found no fault.

 

Daily bring across my path

Lost and dying souls.

Let me speak with boldness

All I've come to know.

Colossians 4:3-6

³ Withal praying also for us, that God would open unto us a door of utterance, to speak the mystery of Christ, for which I am also in bonds:
⁴ That I may make it manifest, as I ought to speak.
⁵ Walk in wisdom toward them that are without, redeeming the time.
⁶ Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man.

The Road To Victory Starts With Praise

 

 

The Road To Victory Starts With Praise

By George Thurlow

 

In the midst of troubles,

In the darkest of the night,

Still rejoice and praise Him

Though the trial is all but light.

 

In your blackest hours

Make melody in your heart,

For the road to victory

Through praise must have its start.

 

Imprisoned by dire circumstance?

Do you feel there's no way out?

Begin to sing God's praises,

Rout the enemy with a shout!

 

Be like Paul and Silas

Singing in the Roman jail;

Rejoicing in their circumstance

And delivered without fail.

 

Though your countenance be gloomy

And the spring has left your step,

By faith if you'll just praise Him

Your spirit will resurrect.

Acts 16:25-26
25 And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises unto God: and the prisoners heard them.26 And suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken: and immediately all the doors were opened, and every one's bands were loosed.

Watch With Him One Hour

Watch With Him One Hour

 By George Thurlow

 
Could you watch with me one hour
My dear Savior pled:
The night He prayed in agony
 Before His Blood was shed.
 
The disciple's spirits were willing,
But their earthly flesh was weak.
No one was willing to stay awake;
The Lord's request they couldn't keep.
 
And even today the Lord stills bids,
Please watch with me one hour:
But we always find excuses,
It's not His will but ours.
 
Yet He sits and waits for us
As we hurry about our day.
Soon we're stressed and anxious
'Cause we didn't take time to pray.
 
The Lord has called us to be partners;
There's great power when we pray.
Are our lives really too busy
To hear what the Spirit would say?
 
We think we can run on empty,
And do things in our own power,
Until reality smacks us in the face,
If we had only spent that hour.
 
But the Lord is never too busy.
He patiently sits and waits:
Longing to fellowship with us
He's never in great haste.
 
If we would only stop and take the time,
It's no telling how far we'd go.
If we'd sit and talk with Jesus,
How our faith would mature and grow.
 
Oh what could be accomplished
By the time down on our knees.
There would be changes in our lives and others
If we took the time to intercede.
 
For the devil sits and trembles
When a saint is on his knees;
For he knows an awesome power
From heaven will be released.
 
It's then that we have access
To the heavenly throne.
This is where that all is accomplished;
It's not by acting on our own.
 
But we must sit and watch with Him
As the Savior bids us come;
Being nourished and strengthened by the Word
Not surviving on bits of crumbs.
 
Believers stay plugged to the source
Of our strength and power.
Tarry awhile at Jesus' feet;
Just watch with Him one hour.