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The Priest

I see the man lying on the side of the road.

His harsh, wounded features a sight to behold.

The closer I get, the worse the man looks.

He is bloody and beaten, his clothing they took.

The stranger had been left for dead, I could see,

And only men’s hands could this brutal be.

I know I should help him, I say in my mind.

But I’m already late, my schedule’s behind.

I feel for the man. He needs help, that I see.

But I am a priest, I have places to be.

 

I see her quite often, she knows who I am.

We exchange pleasantries, like acquaintances can.

I know she is dealing with terrible strife,

The unenviable strain of the trials of life.

I know I should help her, show her the way,

To lean on the one who is there every day.

But I have so many things on my plate,

And it seems that I always am running late.

So I leave her alone to despair in her strife,

Because I am a priest, I have my own life.

 

The first verse of this poem considers an illustration of what the priest could have been thinking in Jesus’ story of The Good Samaritan (Luke 10:30-36). The priest of Jesus’ day was a servant of God who was supposed to be devoted to taking care of the people’s spiritual needs through sacrifice and service. However, priests were not perfect, they were human like everyone else and prone to mistakes in judgment and priorities. While the priest in the story should have stopped to help, there are many conceivable reasons why he might not.

The second verse considers the same kind of reaction in God’s priests today. Under Christ, all Christians are priests (Revelation 1:6; 1 Peter 2:5) and are responsible for the service of God and the spreading of the Gospel to mankind. Yet, how often can we be found guilty of being the priest in Jesus’ story? We see those around us who need our help, but instead of acting we leave it for someone else.

The next time you see someone in the ditches of life, whether physically or spiritually, remember the priest and don’t pass them by.

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Lord, Teach Me

Today I am re-posting a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. I must admit it is one of my favorites. I hope it is beneficial to you as well. I’d encourage you to read it twice, the first time just read the poem, then consider each line with the verses next to it. I love the contrasts of Scripture and I think this helps illustrate them very vividly. Enjoy!

Lord, Teach Me

“Shew me thy ways, O Lord; teach me thy paths.” – Psalm 25:4

Lord, teach me to sing, (Colossians 3:16)
Teach me to pray. (Matthew 6:5-14)
Teach me by night, (John 3:1-21)
Teach me by day. (John 9:4)

Teach me to love, (1 John 4:8-11)
Teach me to hate. (Proverbs 6:16-19)
Teach me to go, (Matthew 28:18-20)
Teach me to wait. (Psalm 130:5-6)

Teach me about joy, (Philippians 4:4)
Teach me about sorrow. (John 11:35)
Teach me to lead, (John 1:37-41)
Teach me to follow. (3 John 11)

Teach me wisdom, (Proverbs 4:5-7)
Teach me foolishness. (1 Corinthians 1:21)
Teach me strength, (Joshua 1:9)
Teach me gentleness. (Galatians 5:22)

Teach me to be a slave, (Romans 6:17-18)
Teach me to be free. (Romans 6:22-23)
Teach me to stand firm, (Jude 3)
Teach me to flee. (1 Timothy 6:11)

Teach me to labor, (Hebrews 4:11)
Teach me about rest. (Hebrews 4:3)
Teach me the worst, (Genesis 6)
Teach me the best. (John 15:13)

Teach me to trust, (Proverbs 3:5)
Teach me to test. (1 John 4:1)
Teach me to be host, (1 Peter 4:9)
Teach me to be guest. (Luke 14:8-11)

Teach me all of the things I must do,
To ever be godly and devoted to you. (2 Peter 1:5-10)

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A Poem about Commentaries

(It’s an odd topic, I know. But I think today’s poem makes an important point about the way we approach and use commentaries in our studies and preaching. God bless you as you delve into his word!)

A Poem about Commentaries

Adam B. Cozort

I searched high and low desiring to find the books that were written by man,

So that I might know what God’s Word had said and learn it the best that I can.

So I read through works of men of great fame with volumes both thick and thin,

Trying to see what they would say about the book God had given to men.

 

But with all my reading I noticed a change in the way I approached all these books.

For some I was constantly reaching and others I gave dirty looks.

I knew what I wanted to get from those books as I started to teach other men;

I wanted the writers who thought like me, but could put it better with pen.

 

So it was with great pride that I stood up to speak and said what I wanted to say,

I then pointed out, with a quote and a shout, what great men saw it my way.

Needless to say, I was pleased with myself and I thought others should be too.

For those who had such writers agree with them I was convinced would probably be few.

 

But what happened next was so unexpected I almost gave up then and there,

For a kind-hearted brother told me that my opinion and God’s did not square.

So I went to the Bible intending to find the evidence to prove me right.

Yet, all that I found, when I took God’s word down, was that I was the one in the plight.

 

You see, what had happened was I had become more concerned with the thoughts of men;

And I failed to acknowledge the greatest book first, for it came from God’s mind through man’s pen.

So now I still read the books of wise men, yet through the many volumes I plod,

I look not so much at whether they have agreed with me, but whether we have agreed with God.

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Poem – Lord, Teach Me

(Here is another poem I have written, but it may be a little different in approach than you are used to seeing. I’d like you to read it twice, the first time just read the poem, then consider each line with the verses next to it. I love the contrasts of Scripture and I think this helps illustrate them very vividly. Enjoy!)

“Shew me thy ways, O Lord; teach me thy paths.” – Psa. 25:4

Lord, teach me to sing, (Col. 3:16)
Teach me to pray. (Mat. 6:5-14)
Teach me by night, (John 3:1-21)
Teach me by day. (John 9:4)

Teach me to love, (1 John 4:8-11)
Teach me to hate. (Pro. 6:16-19)
Teach me to go, (Mat. 28:18-20)
Teach me to wait. (Psa. 130:5-6)

Teach me about joy, (Phi. 4:4)
Teach me about sorrow. (John 11:35)
Teach me to lead, (John 1:37-41)
Teach me to follow. (3 John 11)

Teach me wisdom, (Pro. 4:5-7)
Teach me foolishness. (1 Cor. 1:21)
Teach me strength, (Josh. 1:9)
Teach me gentleness. (Gal. 5:22)

Teach me to be a slave, (Rom. 6:17-18)
Teach me to be free. (Rom. 6:22-23)
Teach me to stand firm, (Jude 3)
Teach me to flee. (1 Tim. 6:11)

Teach me to labor, (Heb. 4:11)
Teach me about rest. (Heb. 4:3)
Teach me the worst, (Gen. 6)
Teach me the best. (John 15:13)

Teach me to trust, (Pro. 3:5)
Teach me to test. (1 John 4:1)
Teach me to be host, (1 Pet. 4:9)
Teach me to be guest. (Luke 14:8-11)

Teach me all of the things I must do,
To ever be godly and devoted to you. (2 Pet. 1:5-10)

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Poem – The Silent Comforter

(I know many of you out there are probably like me when it comes to trying to comfort others in times of sorrow or pain. I don’t know the right words to say, so often I say very little, or nothing at all. While I struggle with my own failures to find the right words, I try to be there in other ways that will comfort just as much. This poem is dedicated to those silent comforters who seek to fulfill the needs of others in ways words sometimes cannot accomplish. May God ever bless you.)

The Silent Comforter
Adam B. Cozort

I do not know the words to say
To ease the pain you feel this day.
I know there are others with golden tongues
Who can salve the pains with the breath of their lungs.
But for me the words are hard to find,
Though many things run through my mind.
So as I sit with you this day,
Let me show my concern another way.

I am always afraid to say something wrong,
To make you wish I had not come along.
I know empty platitudes are not what you need
When dealing with something that makes your heart bleed.
And while there are many things I wish to say,
I am certain my words will not pass the right way.
So here I will sit without saying a word
To keep you from wishing my voice you’d not heard.

Though I am not speaking I hope that you see
Those things beyond words that are offered by me.
A shoulder available on which to cry,
And two ears to listen without need for reply.
With a heart full of love and a head full of prayers,
I hope you will see there is someone who cares.
Please know that my silence is born out of love,
And I’m praying for you to the Lord up above.

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Poem: Because I Gave

I used to say I never got all that I deserved,
That those I loved held back from me, no matter how I served.
I used to say, “No matter what, it’ll never be enough.”
My family won’t appreciate just how much things are tough…

Until I stopped and thought about the things I had not done.
The times I had not said, “I love you” before the day was gone.
Then I put forth the effort, to give what they deserved;
And the love that I received from them has never ceased or swerved.
Now, I love them more and more each day… because I gave.

I used to say, “You are on your own” when it comes to living life,
That nobody else will help you in the times of greatest strife.
It seemed whenever I thought I needed something more than most,
Nobody came to lend a hand or offered to share the cost…

Until I took it upon myself to lend a helping hand,
Not worrying about who saw or heard, just filling the demand.
Then, one day, I faced a trial that overwhelmed my life,
And suddenly from every side was help to aid my strife.
And every time I asked why, I was told… because I gave.

I used to say I hated going to worship all the time,
“I never get anything out of it,” was often my favorite line.
I never sang, or prayed, or cared if I could stay awake,
I just wanted the preacher to stop, so I could get out to the lake…

Until a man taught me the truth and showed me how to serve,
Through obeying God and giving to him all that he deserved.
I listened to his words of wisdom and inserted them with care,
And now I look forward every day to the opportunity to be there.
And I see all the blessings he gives every day… because I gave.

“And now, brethren, I commend you to God, and to the word of his grace, which is able to build you up, and to give you an inheritance among all them which are sanctified. I have coveted no man’s silver, or gold, or apparel. Yea, ye yourselves know, that these hands have ministered unto my necessities, and to them that were with me. I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.” (Acts 20:32-35)

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Poem: Battling the Foe

As the army continued to battle the foe, preparations were made for it was our time to go.
We put on our helmets, wore shields with great pride; and with swords in our hands we stood side by side.
This battle had been going on for some time, but we stood unconcerned, for it was our time.

As we entered the battle to face his fierce troops, I saw that the arrows of our enemies were loosed.
Then I looked over and to my great surprise, I saw a good friend fall with glazed over eyes.
He had not often polished his shield and when it was needed it failed in the field.

Then I saw another man turn tail and run, the battle was growing and he said he was done.
But just as he fled and ran from the fight, more arrows came at him from the left and the right.
They felled him quickly for as he made tracks, he failed to realize there is no armor for our backs.

Then on the other side someone fell to the rear, and started backstabbing our own men who were near.
He had made an agreement to fight with the foe, and sought to cause our side all kinds of woe.
We were forced to remove him and turn him aside, for we could not win the battle if we let him abide.

But those that remained pressed on in the fight; not turning our path to the left or the right.
We kept our focus on our king at the fore, who was ever encouraging and made our spirits soar.
We pressed on with the battle and prevailed o’er the foe, for the enemy could not stand before this army’s blows.

Dear friends understand there’s a battle being waged; it’s not just in books as you turn the page.
There is a constant battle between wrong and right, it’s constantly fought: both day and night.
The battle is not physical as some try to claim, it’s a spiritual fight and it isn’t a game.

As we strive to fight on the side of the Lord, we must always remember to carry his word.
Some will become fearful and run from the fight, but you never survive when you turn and take flight.
Others will fall from their own lack of skill; for instead of preparing, their time they did kill.
There will be others who will turn on their brother, having been snared by the wiles of another.
But in spite of the tempest, in the midst of the strife, do not turn aside nor give up your life.
Instead, keep your eyes on your Lord and king; for when the battle is won his praises you’ll sing.

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