Quote from Forum Archives on June 12, 2005, 9:14 am

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

"Is It Any Wonder"

 

 

Is it any wonder
That the world is filled with pain,
When man sets aside its beauty,
For his own material gain?

 

Is it any wonder
That lovers' hearts grow dim,
When they do not hold in honor,
The love that's found within?

 

Is it any wonder
That the homeless often fail,
When they're forced out of house and home
To seek another trail?

 

Is it any wonder
That nature falls to ruin and rubble,
Because we drain it thoughtlessly,
Allowing it to crumble?

 

Is it any wonder
That children go astray,
Because we did not take the time,
To show them the proper way?

 

Is it any wonder
That evil's strong and bold,
When we can't see any goodness,
And we let our hearts grow cold?

 

Is it any wonder
Racism thrives, my friend,
When we cannot see the person,
Just the color of his skin?

 

Is it any wonder
That friendships die and fade,
When we forget the reasons,
Why they first were made?

 

Is it any wonder
Our world has been polluted,
When we allow our industries,
To strip it and permute it?

 

Is it any wonder
There's so much grief and sorrow,
That we don't even seem to care,
What will take place tomorrow?

 

Is it any wonder
We see no value in our brothers,
And we hold ourselves too far above,
The many needs of others?

 

Is it any wonder
Our world is like it is,
When all we do is grumble,
And no action do we give?

 

Is it any wonder
We wait in fear of Judgment Day,
When we do the things we do,
Then forget the way to pray?

 

Author Unknown

 

 

"The Cross Was His Own"

 

 

They borrowed a bed to lay His head

 

When Christ the Lord came down

 

They borrowed an ass in the mountain pass

 

For Him to ride into town

 

But the crown hat He wore

 

And the Cross that He bore were His own

 

The Cross was His own.

 

He borrowed the bread when the crowd He fed

 

On the grassy mountain side

 

He borrowed the dish of broken fish

 

With which He satisfied

 

But the crown hat He wore

 

And the Cross that He bore were His own

 

The Cross was His own.

 

He borrowed the ship in which to sit

 

To teach the multitude

 

He borrowed a nest in which to rest

 

He had never a home so crude

 

But the crown hat He wore

 

And the Cross that He bore were His own

 

The Cross was His own.

 

He borrowed a room on His way to the tomb

 

The Passover lamb to eat

 

They borrowed cave for Him a grave

 

They borrowed a winding sheet

 

But the crown hat He wore

 

And the Cross that He bore were His own

 

The Cross was His own.

 

Yes! They were His own.

 

Poems that Preach.

 

Compiled by John Rice.

 

Zondervan Publications.

 

Thanks John

 

Have a Blessed Day

Dave and Barbara

 

 

GOD never gives us more than we can handle
and He always has a Reason!

 

 

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