Monday, May 16, 2016

To He or She...There Are But These...a repost with a message link on How Many Genders Are There?

I'm re-posting this poem from Saturday because it ties in so well with the message we heard yesterday at our church.
How Many Genders Are There? a message from WBC

To he or she (there are but these)
Who holds the drop of earth in space
While bloom still blooms and day still breaks
The One whose footstool is the sky
And Gives while mankind takes and takes

To he or she who has not known
 And therefore does not understand
The Presence of God on His throne
Is Essence in the soul of man

To he or she of unbelief
 And blinded by their eyes and ears
To he or she that thinks that we
Ah, fall upon your knees and weep
To He who is mighty to save

To he or she who laughs at He
Who loves them, loved them unto death
And pray for them while they have breath

To he or she who trusts in God
Do not despair, liar and fraud
© Janet Martin

  "LORD, there is no one like you to help the powerless against the mighty. Help us, LORD our God, for we rely on you, and in your name we have come against this vast army. LORD, you are our God; do not let mere mortals prevail against you."
2 Chron.14:11

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