SO COMPLETE THE SATISFACTION

Nothing satisfies, only Jesus!

Nothing works only God!

The God Man, Jesus, stands before me.

He only is adored!

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Worshiped.   What adoration means.

Loved, of course, that higher plain,

He is greater, I the created.

These can never be the same!

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We will be like Him.  See Him as He is!

Suppose, like, God in Spirit

And, like, Jesus’ glorified body,

Appearing at will.  Will  see it!

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But to be like Him sure,

Not understood.

I was created by Him, my Maker,

Of course, that is good!

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Sure, He made me, like, Himself!

Image of God!  Me.

I think, plan, and I create and

I like what I see!

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One huge difference, I cannot create

Something from nothing.  No way!

Another difference, He always was!

Pre-existent.  No delay!

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Difference why try counting the ways?

With Him, “Nothing is impossible!”

Sure, we are not limitless,

Very much improbable!

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Create?  No!  We only assemble,

What’s already created!

Put together, but who made it all?

Sure, only God created!

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But so nonplused by who made it all,

We answer, it just happened!

Ridiculous!  No answer deserved!

Brain!  The soul forever!

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“Just happened!”  Things we see and do not,

Limitless.   The stars above.

Space!  The suns goes on forever!

So does my Father’s love!

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Sam, the man   09.28.11

JUST BECAUSE, LUKE 18:17

God created, made something from nothing!

He made everything that I see!

And everything I cannot see, forever!

He made it for you and me!

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Only God creates something from nothing!

Suns, earths, space without end!

His world out there and world within!

As Spirit He can contend!

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Man just assembles what has been created!

Create?  No, not at all!

It is true, “We are made fearfully

And wonderfully!”  God’s call!

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A pile of mud!  He breathed and spoke

And man then became behold

Not just an intricate fabulous thing,

But an everlasting Soul!

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“In the image of God!”  So hard to conceive!

God’s image, JESUS on earth!

Born of a virgin, God’s own likeness!

Of lowly humble birth!

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Fearfully extravagantly made!

An impossible intricate Soul!

“In the image of God,” not improbable

Like hearing, speak in control.

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We are image only!  Cannot boast at all!

Remember just God created!

We are but like Him, we are not Creator

We are only the fates.

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But we control all the other fates,

It is either Heaven or Hell!

Can you not see our fate is to be

Heaven?  Where all is well! (*)

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All because He became sin for us!

Crucified was vilified!

Went through Hell so that we might live!

Forever above by His side!

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It was His fate from the beginning of time,

No beginning always was!

Not to examine or figure out!

Eternal just because…

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What is to figure?  Accept your fate!

Believe!  As a credulous child!

“Except you become as this little one…”

Will not join the undefiled!

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(*) How could anything be better?

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Sam Cox  02.17.09

MY OWN CHOICE

Tendril of that clinging vine,

Did out God do that, too?

Curling itself around that stem,

Where from seed it grew.

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Certainly that seed that sprouts

Made a clinging vine!

Tender, malleable, complete!

Creator, The Divine!

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Same God made the solar system!

In space forever there!

Planets, suns, other stars so bright!

And earth!  Without compare!

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Then other planets and whose to know,

They populous or not?

Image of God, like the same, we

Cannot as of yet know!

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But some Golden Day, common knowledge

Image of God, like, the same?

Green, black, red, all will understand!

All on the same train.

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God created, we did not, just happened!

Even though controversies abide!

God’s very image, Spirit, for sure.

And none can from Him hide!

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Our lineage for certain, Creator God!

His language we will all know then!

Pure language, as though born in it!

Red, yellow, black, knowing all.

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Our God of love, loves all alike!

With a love, unquestionable!

On that sadistic cross, hours spent!

Took sins of us all!   No fable!

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God does not send any to Hell!

Man’s choice alone contends

Where he will spend Eternal years!

Heaven is my intends!

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the Sam 08.12.13

BLEMISHED IMAGE

What is life all about?  What?

Sure, “Image of God,” we know.

Christ came to earth, a baby, a man!

We saw Him learn and grow!

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Image of God!  Of course!  What else?

We are not god-like!  Why?

Sin separates!  Does likeness change, too?

Looks deceive, sure, we die.

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We look at Adam, Abraham, sure!

Mephibosheth, him, too!

Imperfections, sin!  Sure, it lays claim,

We know what sin can do!

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Sin changes things!  Out of the Garden,

Out of Eden!  But see

For all who are changed by Christ’s presence,

Another Eden!  For free!

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Paradise so near heaven’s shores,

Although not all that clear!

The where or what just leave to God.

Surprise me, Lord!  Do I hear?

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God of surprises!  Just leave it to Him,

But good, bad, heaven, hell,

No surprise!  There!  All so clear!

The bad know all too well!

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Who live for this day nothing beyond,

Death of a beast, life then,

Life of the beast, the death of one

No Nirvana for him!

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Nirvana yes, some think City Neath a hill

Consider:  city not near big enough,

Planetary system!  Who then can know?

Not Biblical, Satanic bluff!

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Should we not, then, leave it to God?

Surely His plan, you know!

City, planetary, God’s ideas far

The best for creatures below!

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Sam 07.29.11