Coming In Clouds of Glory

 NEW POEM THIS MORNING 

We sing the chorus at Faith Lighthouse “I’m longing for Jesus to Come Back”. That song and yearning for Christ’s appearing is on my heart so strongly this morning. The Holy Ghost blessed me with the words for another poem as I sit here at the shore in thick fog with distant thundering. Sharing it with you below:

COMING IN CLOUDS OF GLORY

By George Thurlow 

August 30, 2023

Christ’s coming in clouds of glory 

In the same manner He went away;

Are you watching for Him?

Are you yearning for that day?

Are you steadfast in the faith since saved?

Do you fast and pray and tell,

The Good News of the Gospel

That will save a soul from hell?

Are you striving to be ready,

Keeping your garments white…

Forsaking earthly pleasures 

Diligent for what’s right?

Do you occupy intently 

And refrain from idleness?

Are you seeking first the Kingdom 

And all God’s righteousness?

Christ’s coming in clouds of glory

Are you listening for the shout

And the sounding of the trumpet 

That will call Believers out!

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1 Thessalonians 4:16-18 

For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words.

Roadblocks

 ROADBLOCKS 

By George Thurlow

April 24, 1999

Why hinder ye the Spirit,

Why shut the Spirit out,

And block those heavenly blessings 

Through worry, fear and doubt?

Can not our God be trusted, 

Are not the Scriptures true, 

Will God not accomplish 

All He said He’d do?

Sometimes our words and actions 

Leave scarcely any trace 

And are surely not a witness 

To our Pentecostal faith.

Oh the miracles that would happen 

If we would just believe, 

But we focus on the negative 

Then the Holy Spirit grieve.

We applaud the devil

With our murmurs and complaints, 

 And allow him to gain victory

Over God’s own saints.

Get back in heavenly places

And leave the world behind. 

 Receive a new perspective 

Through the renewing of our minds.

For we are children of the King

All is possible with faith.

We’ve been given all the power

To run this earthly race.

Let’s stop hindering the Spirit

And let Him have His way.

Bring down those negative roadblocks 

That obstruct us when we pray.

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Don’t Keep the Faith

 DON’T KEEP THE FAITH

By George Thurlow 

May 9, 1999

Don’t keep the faith my brother 

Faith is meant to give away.

Don’t keep the Good News to yourself 

Souls perish everyday.

Pass and spread the Word along

To all you chance to meet:

For you have the answer

To misery and defeat.

You hold a priceless road map;

It’s direction for the lost.

Don’t hide it under lock and key

Remember what it cost!

You have the power to rescue

The dying with your lips. 

Don’t delay or hesitate

While harvest time exists.

Don’t keep the faith my sister

For you can save a life.

Share the Gospel message 

Salvation through Jesus Christ.

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Pluck Out the “I”

 

PLUCK OUT THE “I”

By George Thurlow 

May 5, 1999

Lord I give myself to you,

Cause my will to die.

Place your Spirit in me

As I pluck out the “I”.

The rooms of my heart I give to you,

Even the Master key.

Do a thorough sweeping;

Get rid of all debris.

Cleanse me of all selfishness,

Stubbornness and pride.

Miss no nook or cranny 

Where “I” can crouch and hide.

My body will be your Temple;

Come and dwell in me.

United by your Spirit,

I’ll be at one with thee.

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The Conversion of Zacchaeus

 The Conversion of Zacchaeus

By George Thurlow

April 13, 1999

He was an earnest seeker

Searching for something more;

When the crowd was pressed against him

He climbed a sycamore.

Through his perseverance 

His life would change that day;

He made himself available 

When the Lord would pass that way.

Obstacles couldn’t beset him;

He overcame them all.

He was accessible to the Master

When his name was called.

Though Zacchaeus was a sinner 

He was eager to repent;

And to restore what he had stolen

With joy he gave assent.

He had the honor of hosting the Savior

Who at his house did stay;

And salvation came upon his home

On that blessed day.

Even now the Christ Jesus

In the crowd is seeking you;

And calling for the lost sheep

While He is passing through.

Just reach out to the Master

And call upon His name;

He is sure to save you

Like Zacchaeus will do the same.

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Luke 19:1-10 

And Jesus entered and passed through Jericho. And, behold, there was a man named Zacchæus, which was the chief among the publicans, and he was rich. And he sought to see Jesus who he was; and could not for the press, because he was little of stature. And he ran before, and climbed up into a sycamore tree to see him: for he was to pass that way. And when Jesus came to the place, he looked up, and saw him, and said unto him, Zacchæus, make haste, and come down; for to day I must abide at thy house. And he made haste, and came down, and received him joyfully. And when they saw it, they all murmured, saying, That he was gone to be guest with a man that is a sinner. And Zacchæus stood, and said unto the Lord; Behold, Lord, the half of my goods I give to the poor; and if I have taken any thing from any man by false accusation, I restore him fourfold. And Jesus said unto him, This day is salvation come to this house, forsomuch as he also is a son of Abraham. For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.

The Joy of My Life

 The Joy of My Life 🙌

By George Thurlow

©️August 5, 1999

The Joy of my life is Jesus

Who plucked me from the grave:

And from a life of misery,

He graciously did save.

His love was unconditional 

Though my heart was black with sin.

He didn’t turn His back on me,

But drew me close to Him.

Compassion looked beyond the filth,

And He saw what I could be:

With just a thorough cleansing

There was potential still in me.

He removed the filthy rags

And clothed me in His best;

Wrapped me in Heaven’s finest,

His own righteousness.

Inside He placed a brand new heart

My frown became a grin.

All day I sing His praises

For I owe my joy to Him.

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Isaiah 64:6

“But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags;

Isaiah 61:10

“I will greatly rejoice in the Lord; my soul shall exult in my God, for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation; he has covered me with the robe of righteousness…”

A Pig is a Pig

 A PIG IS A PIG 🐷

By George Thurlow

©️September 29, 1999

A pig is a pig

Even if you clean him up

For when you turn your back

On garbage he will sup.

Rooting in the mud

Amidst the muck and mire,

A pig is a pig

No matter how attired.

He only does what’s natural

Through the leading of his heart;

A pig is a pig

From filth he can’t depart.

And sin is sin

Though attractive it may be;

All the paint and glitter 

Can’t hide a thing from Thee.

When in our hearts we know what’s right

Yet choose to go our way,

To God it is rebellion 

We have sinned and disobeyed.

Sin is sin

Even if we rationalize 

Sin can not be hidden

From our Maker’s eyes.

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Inspired by Pastor Merle L. Mitchell’s message given in the morning service 9/26/1999 and the words spoken: “A pig is a pig no matter how you dress him up.”

2 Peter 2:22

“But it is happened unto them according to the true proverb, The dog is turned to his own vomit again; and the sow that was washed to her wallowing in the mire.” 

James 4:17

“Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin.”

Abba Father

 ABBA FATHER

By George Thurlow

©️March 3, 1998

To God’s mighty throne room

I boldly draw up near;

Knowing by invitation 

I am welcome here.

I do not shake and tremble.

I don’t approach with dread, 

But with excited anticipation 

And confidence instead.

I count it all a privilege.

I am so thankful deep inside,

That I have a Father

Who’s attentive to my cries.

I haven’t reached perfection,

But He looks upon my heart.

He sees the finished product

And grace and loves imparts.

I approach God as my Father

Who only wants my best.

I give Him all my troubles,

And He grants peace and rest.

Each day I dwell in security,

Every happening He regards.

I know He’ll never fail me

For His angels watch and guard.

He’s placed a hedge about me,

The line of Christ’s own Blood:

And the Spirit lifts up a standard

Surging like a flood.

I’m so thankful for my Father

Who even when I fail:

Helps me to my feet again,

His love for me prevails.

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Romans 8:15

“For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.”