Let Me Live

Yesterday I made a mistake
Now it is in my past
My context has changed
My perception is different
My lessons learnt
Let me live

If you stay stuck in my past
You will sound like a broken record
You will distort me through a shattered mirror
You will see me through stained lenses
Let me live

Drop the stones of judgment
Step down from that high pedestal
You will see a different me
When we stand eyeball to eyeball
Let me live.

Poem by Martin Kibisu

Outcast

"I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants."
E.M. Forster

The Battle is Not Yours

Thousands and thousands of years ago,
God's people prepared a test;
As the Ammonites and the Moabites
Decended; destruction their quest.

But Jehoshophat saw the problem,
And we read from God's precious Word
That Jehoshophat prepared a fast,
And prepared to seek the Lord.

And all the people, young and old
Gathered together that day
And humbled themselves before the Lord,
As Jehoshophat started to pray.

He lifted his voice in remembrance,
Recalling the days of 'ore;
And promised that God would keep His Word
As always He'd done before.

And finally, in utter abandonment.
He spoke these words so true:
"We have no might against them, Lord,
Nor know we what to do!"

Then, from the very lips of God,
There came these words sublime:
"Be not afraid, beloved,
The battle's not yours; it's Mine!"

"No need to fight, beloved,
Here is all you need to do:
Just take your place; stand still, and see
Your God will fight for you."

So they bowed their heads and worshipped,
And appointed men to sing;
Not to fight God's battles,
But let His praises ring.

"Here comes the enemy"; they cried;
"Let ever voice be raised!"
God's people started to shout and sing,
And lifted their hearts in praise.

And when their lips in praises sang
Lo, then, the job was done.
For God, at the sound of their voices, fought
And at once, the battle was won.

Now what about you, dear Christian,
In your heart have you seen the light?
Have you yet come to understand,
The battle's not yours to fight?

That all your precious Jesus
Is longing for you to do,
Is to set yourself, stand still, and see
That he can live through you.

The battle's not ours--- Oh, shout it!
The battle's not ours to win.
The battle belongs to Jesus,
And Jesus will reign from within.

Acknowledge you cannot do it,
And begin to sing and to praise,
And God will begin to fight for you
As you but acknowledge His ways.

No, the battle's not ours, beloved
The battle belongs to the Son
The battle's not ours; but the victory's ours;
And the victory's already won!!!!

By Russell Kelfer

Booklet 904-b
The Battle Is Not Yours; But God's

Eternity

Apart from Christ,
nothing matters.

We think that health matters,
or knowledge,
or art
or civilization.

And but for one insistent word,
they would matter indeed.

That word is
Eternity.

A. W. Tozer

Parade of the Ages

"It will cost something to walk slow in the parade of the ages, while excited men of time rush about confusing motion with progress. But it will pay in the long run and the true Christian is not much interested in anything short of that."

A. W. Tozer