The Poetry of Gene Faires
Posted by: jscheller at 02:21, July 18 2013.

 

Just One Drop

 

The Sins of men are beyond count

 

Too dark and soiled for any fount

 

Yet all it took to cleanse the flood

 

Was just one drop of Jesus’ blood

 

Our Father God sent us His Son

 

To live a life of a guiltless one

 

Then shed His blood upon the tree

 

The very first drop He shed for me

 

Scars Of Love

 

I love the scars in Jesus’ hands

 

And in His side and feet

 

For it shows how much He loved me

 

My sin to defeat

 

I wouldn’t take Him from the cross

 

Even if I could

 

For grace would not be mine

 

Without His precious blood

 

So join me and love those scars

 

In heaven on display

 

To prove that God so loved the world

 

He sent His Son to save

 

 

 

The Walk to Emmaus

 

The Walk to Emmaus we all must take

 

And it’s a lifelong journey make no mistake

 

It’s finding our Savior there by our side

 

Accepting Him as our leader and guide

 

It’s building our faith one step at a time

 

Relying on His spirit divine

 

And we like those two on the road long ago

 

Recognize Jesus our faith tells us so

 

Yes we all take this walk one step at a time

 

Accepting by faith He’s our savior devine

 

 

American Holacoust 9-11

 

A day that has no equal

 

A day when hate prevailed

 

A day when twisted loyalties

 

Our very souls assailed

 

We still are in stunned anger

 

Too shocked to verbalize

 

The awesome inner feeling

 

That deep within us lies

 

There is no earthly answer

 

That can free the heart

 

There’s only heavenly comfort

 

To make the healing start

 

This life is short but precious

 

We need to learn to love

 

For every day we live

 

Is a gift from above

 

 

 

Jesus

 

He talked the talk

 

And walked the walk

 

That led to Calvary

 

He shed His blood

 

To cleanse the flood

 

Of human frailty

 

It’s through grace

 

We can erase

 

All our sinful ways

 

By confessing

 

Our transgressing

 

Giving Him our praise

 

 

The One

 

Standing on the crowded street

 

To see this strange man pass

 

The curious crowd was eager

 

To catch a glimpse at last

 

His helpers tried to shield him

 

But He showed no concern

 

He frequently stopped to touch them

 

As to and fro He turned

 

And as He passed so near to me

 

I looked into His eyes

 

And I know for certain

 

This surely is the Christ

 

 

Good News

 

The Father of all creation

 

Saw fit to promise me

 

An everlasting home

 

Beautiful beyond belief

 

He sent His only Son

 

To die upon a tree

 

Spilling His precious blood

 

For the likes of me

 

And when He rose triumphant

 

He conquered every sin

 

And washed me clean as snow

 

If I believe in Him

 

 

Job 9:10

 

He does great things without finding out

Yes wonders without number

He does wonders this God of ours

Freely using His awesome powers

Blesses us in many ways

So He’s deserving of our praise

Let our gladness have no end

And out praise to Him, Amen

 

  

Thanksgiving

 

Thanksgiving is a season

 

Unfortunately it is so

 

We set aside a Thursday

 

As we all surely know

 

But it shouldn’t be a season

 

But a daily affirmation

 

Of the countless blessings

 

Bestowed upon our nation

 

And we as individuals

 

Enjoy them just the same

 

So we should all be praying

 

In our Father’s name

 

Our thanks should be in actions

 

That benefit those with less

 

That’s how we give to Him

 

That’s how we serve Him best

 

So stop and count your Blessings

 

And in thanks send up a prayer

 

To the One who gives them

 

His cupboard is never bare

 

That’s Jesus

 

Concern expressed in word and deed

 

To a soul who is in need

 

That’s love

 

To do for others who would not ask

 

And seek no praise for the task

 

That’s love

 

To even die upon a tree

 

For a sinner just like me

 

That’s love

 

Yes, that’s love

 

That’s Jesus

 

 

Christmas

 

Christmas comes with its giving spirit

 

A bell peals carols we love to hear it

 

Everyone in a festive mood

 

Exchanging gifts enjoying food

 

But there’s a serious reason for it

 

Sorely overshadowed, we almost ignore it

 

It celebrates a gift sublime

 

The greatest gift to all mankind

 

It came to the planet earth

 

In the form of a baby’s birth

 

A baby born in a manager stall

 

Who is the savior of us all

 

Lowly shepherds in the fields abiding

 

Were given these awesome holy tidings

 

And wise men from the far off lands

 

Worshipped Him with gifts so grand

 

The Christmas spirit with its mystery

 

Cannot be ignored by you and me

 

It will last till the earth is gone

 

But the gift of love still lives on

 

 

Christmas Story

 

My father said he needed me

 

To help him with the sheep

 

It wasn’t my idea

 

I just wanted to sleep

 

But I went out on the hill

 

Outside Bethlehem

 

Because I loved my father

 

And I wanted to please him

 

After the sheep were bedded down

 

We lay down on the ground

 

And soon fell fast asleep

 

Tell we heard a thunderous sound

 

We awoke to see the sky

 

Lit up in brilliant light

 

And hid our eyes in fear

 

At such an awesome sight

 

Then a strange thing happened

 

A figure did appear

 

And spoke in a voice

 

And told us not to fear

 

He said I bring good news

 

For all of mankind

 

For born is the Lord Messiah

 

And you will surely find

 

Him in a manger bed

 

In David’s royal town

 

Then the sky was filled with angels

 

Making angelic sounds

 

A few of us shepherd

 

Who were strong and able

 

Journeyed in to David’s town

 

And there we found the stable

 

As we quietly entered in

 

A reverence filled the air

 

There was saw a manger

 

And a baby of so fair

 

Then we saw His mother

 

Her face a brilliant light

 

                                               And we knew for certain       

 

This was a special night

 

As we journeyed back

 

I took my father’s hand

 

And in my heart I thanked him

 

For such a gift so grand

 

And though I can’t explain it

 

Somehow I new

 

This innocent babe I witnessed

 

Would please His Father too

 

 

The Day After Christmas

 

T’’was the day after Christmas

 

And all through the house

 

There were wrappings and ribbons

 

On the floor and the couch

 

The parents were sleeping

 

Exhausted and spent

 

But the children were playing

 

With the toys Santa sent

 

And the aroma of Christmas

 

Still filled the air

 

As love so abounding

 

Was seen everywhere

 

For the shepherds and wise men

 

Still worship the child

 

Born to a virgin

 

So meek and so mild

 

Yes Christmas is gone

 

For another long year

 

But the love it endows

 

Forever is near

 

 

The Woman

 

Down the hot and dusty street

 

The angry mob moved on

 

Dragging the hapless woman

 

Whose clothes were rent and torn

 

Their voices sharp and tart

 

Their cries of condemnation

 

Revealed their hardened hearts

 

At last they reached the place

 

They want most to be

 

And threw the helpless woman

 

At Jesus’ precious feet

 

In voice full of anger

 

They made their mission clear

 

Caught in the act of adultery

 

The woman’s fate was near

 

They asked the Master’s answer

 

For sucha sinful act

 

 Knowing the law required death

 

 A solemn fact

 

In their sweaty anxious hands

 

They had sharp jagged stones

 

 Ready to exact punishment

 

Her sin to atone

 

But Jesus knew their question

 

Was not a simple one

 

Their real ntent to embarrass Him

 

If the law He shunned

 

Jesu looked into their eyes

 

But saw into their souls

 

Then stooped and wrote in the sand

 

We know not what He wrote

 

Then He spoke to each one

 

Let him who is without sin

 

Be the first to cast a stone

 

And then He looked again

 

One by one they snuck away

 

Knowing they were condemned

 

Till at last all were gone

 

Leaving her and him

 

Then Jesus spoke to the lost

 

Where are they accusers child

 

Thru dusty tears she softly said

 

There are noneleft; He smiled

 

Then neither do I condemn thee

 

Go and sin no more

 

God’s law of love had triumphed

 

And will forevermore

 

 

 

Rest Stops

 

Life is not always a hilltop view

 

Nor always a valley of gloom

 

It’s usually shades of both

 

With rest stops before we resume

 

We can’t always decide our fate

 

We’re taken along with the tide

 

But one thing we can control

 

Is how we feel inside

 

Sometimes strength is hard to explain

 

When it’s simply taking each day

 

And Making of it our very best

 

By giving our love away

 

 

 

I Wasn’t There

 

I didn’t scourge that naked back

 

Or place that thorny crown

 

I didn’t make Him carry that beam

 

That nearly brought Him down

 

I didn’t drive those piercing nails

 

Or thrust that tearing spear

 

I didn’t deny Him three times

 

Out of personal fear

 

But I fall short in what I do

 

That those grievous wounds renew

 

And His heart is pierced

 

By my sinful ways

 

While He patiently waits

 

For my genuine praise

 

I wasn’t there when He suffered so

 

But He suffers now

 

When I wayward Go

 

I need to confess and accept His grace

 

Until in heaven I see His face

 

 

Simon

 

Im am Simon, I come from Cyrene

 

On the way to Jerusalem I saw a strange scene

 

Three men struggling to carry a beam

 

People and soldiers came in a stream

 

The mean were struggling with   their big load

 

And stumbled along on that rocky road

 

 The soldiers urged them to quicken the pace

 

That’s when I saw a look on one’s face

 

It was the one in the middle I recall

 

He had been scourged, Hi back was all raw

 

As He arose our eyes met

 

and what I saw I’ll never forget

 

No resentment or anger did I perceive

 

But a calmness and peace I couldn’t believe

 

At that moment a guard grabbed my hand

 

And told me to bear the beam for this man

 

Again our eyes met as His burden I took

 

So again at His eyes I again got a look

 

And in His look I felt a new strength

 

And knew that Beam I could tote any length

 

I stayed and watched Him nailed to that tree

 

And it most certainly did sorely affect me

 

I heard from some ladies He was the Christ

 

And knew it without thinking twice

 

What a blessing for me did attend

 

When I carried the cross for the savior of me 

 

 

 

Miracles

 

I believe in miracles for God is the same

 

The same God in the bible Who healed the lame

 

I also believe He works through human hands

 

His wonders that are so grand

 

So you should not hope to see a miracle

 

But you should pray to be a miracle

 

Remember it’s your willing spirit He needs

 

To perform His wondrous deeds

 

 

 

The Little Ones

 

The little ones they are so sweet

 

They love to sit at Jesus’ feet

 

They love to hear His tender voice

 

It makes their innocent hearts rejoice

 

And His heart is so close to busting

 

Cause the children are so trusting

 

Lord help us older ones to be

 

More childlike, worry free

 

Knowing love without a doubt

 

Cause that’s what Jesus is all about

Life is Precious

Life is precious; there's no denying it

And we don't give up without a fight

There are things we can do, some hope, so we try it

Sometimes we win and make it right

But if that's not to be, there's living still to do

Time to plan for those left behind

And a time to appreciate what we had

and hopefully, a piece of mind

That we will meet again some day

Where no pain and only love will be

And with our loved ones each day

God and Jesus we will see

Much Better

It is more important to be a loving person

Than a movie star, of this I am certain

It is better to be a neighbotr with many, many friends

Than a powerful CEO who never knew his kin

It is better to be a Christian forgiven and restored

Than own 10,000 acres and not know the loving Lord

Worship

Joel couldn't make it

He had an important date

His son was getting married

Beut we couldn't wait

Se we got together

With Linda on the keys

And sang some gospel songs

Pretty as you please

It was a good time

Of  fellowship with friends

Bet we will be glad

When Joel is back again

 

 

Love

What wonders our God hath made

The mind can’t comprehend

Only the eye can see a part

This creation made for men

But in our halting, human way

We feel the power from above

And know the greatest gift

Is our power to love

And it doesn’t take a brilliant mind

To see what love can do

It only takes a repentant heart

With Christ alive in you

 

 

 

 

 He Was a Stranger


He was a stranger

Even to His own

 And many rejected 

The Father’s only Son

He did His Father’s will

By meeting our needs

Teaching and healing

Sowing loving seeds

No longer a stranger

But our saving grace

For on the cruel cross

The Stranger took our place

 

 

Communion

 

He said this bread’s my body

 

This cup my shed blood

 

I gave them up for you

 

To cleanse the sinful flood

 

Do this and remember

 

What I have done

 

The sacrificial lamb

 

The Father’s only Son

 

Do this and remember

 

I did my Father’s will

 

Grace is your because

 

I died on Calvary’s hill

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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