“The Blacksmith”

Elements of earth
from which we were created to be,
tried in the furnace—
a final work incomplete.

And though the Smith`s hands
are calloused and rough,
His touch is gentle
like butterflies and doves.

And the strength that He has
can cause iron to bend,
melt hardened hearts,
turn enemies to friends.

See, the trials He brings
are not such bad things,
Nay, they cause us to grow
(if it weren `t He`d say so !)

Thus, though your life may be bitter
remember the Lord is no quitter !
for what He started in you
He will see through.

And though the enemy growls
like a ravenous canine
and intimidates you,
remember, All WILL BE FINE!

For the war has been won,
yet, we must continue to fight—
it`s onward in Christ
with all of HIS might.

So, when ominous clouds
seem to block out the Son,
simply stand firm,
there`s no need to run.

For our Redeemer, He lives
as the sun still does shine,
He will save His own people
in the very nick of time.

A.B.Adams
November 3, 2020
Tuesday

“Tempered thru Temptation”

Temptations come
as the rivers flow
to strengthen us,
help us grow.

And of that lion
on the prowl,
he`s limited
to what God allows.

Now know this temptation
you must endure
cuz it's not uncommon
that`s for sure.

But give in, give in-
you`ll lose some ground;
stand firm, resist-
you`ll reap a crown !

So, my friend
know this too,
that when you`re tempted
He`ll succour you.

For He`s close by
without a doubt,
to Abba cry
for the way out.

But if you fall
mark my words,
“to repent in the moment,
is not absurd !”

Abide in Him,
his words in you
then you`ll find,
this to be true.

A.B.Adams
November 12, 2020
Thursday





 “West of Eden”
 
  Bird song at the break of dawn,
 lilies fair, vanilla air,
 open skies, butterflies,  
 tender leaves, harvesting sheaves,
 warmth of sun and peacefulness,
 a gentle breeze doth caress.
 
  Yet, a fruit tree,
 I doth see
 in a garden next to me.
 At first glance, it appears to be
 of a more delectable variety.
 
  But, look again,
 you see my friend,
 indeed that garden has no fence
 to nature`s God, a big offense;
 for many partake of its fruit
 and if you look closely at the roots—
 you will see disloyalty,
 unfaithfulness and harlotry.
 
  So, though the grass seems greener there,
 in my garden the weather`s fair
 with proper borders, no fruit to share.
 So, though tempted, I resist,
 grit my teeth, clench my fist,
 and remain where I should be,
 in the garden made just for me.
 
  A.B.Adams
 April 19th, 2019
 Friday