Christian Poetry
By Charles Robey - Part 2


Charles Robey is a retired Church Lay Leader who specializes in freelance Christian writings, with a strong evangelistic message. Mr. Robey’s many publications center around the Lord's commissioning as outlined in (Acts 1:8). He feels strongly that in today’s hectic stressful environment, more than any other period of time, God's peace continues to ring true and is freely available to all. Mr. Robey is available for Christian Teaching Seminars and may be reached at ccrobey@charter.net.



Neither Here Nor There
By Charles C. Robey

Have you ever felt insufficient while struggling with life's problems? Well, I've been there and done that. Sometimes it's hard when the pathway of doubt carries you down the street of discouragement. All Christians, if truthful, have also been there and done that. But, praise God, His Grace not only saves us ( Ephesians 2:8-9) but keeps us throughout eternity. (... For He Himself has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” - Hebrews 13:5 NKJV)

In this poem, the words here and there become metaphors for accepted and dismissed. Nobody likes to be on the receiving end of that kind of judgment. However, the Bible tells us, "FOR THOSE WHOM THE LORD LOVES HE DISCIPLINES, AND HE SCOURGES EVERY SON WHOM HE RECEIVES." (Hebrews 12:6)."


Is it here or there
Is it a simple idiom
Is it a complex stare
Is it life itself
Is it too deep to bear
It's neither here nor there

Its neither here nor there
Is it a signal of remembrance
Is it a thought to share
Is it a nightmare to recall
Is it a dream so fair
Its neither here nor there

Its neither here nor there
Is it past or future
Is it a moment to care
Is it full of memory
Is it forgiveness rare
Its neither here nor there

Its neither here nor there
Standing by my Savior
Who's suffering forbear
Showing His forgiveness
My life to spare
It's neither here nor there

Its neither here nor there
A Heavenly futures mine
In a mansion foursquare
While I praise Him forever
There's nothing to compare
Its neither here nor there

(© 2011 Charles C. Robey – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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For by Grace
By Charles C. Robey

For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not of works, that no one should boast." ( Ephesians2:8-9) To that I shout, "Amen"!

You've heard the old cliché, "There's no free lunch". This may stand true in the secular world. However, in God's perfect world, His gift of Salvation is free and available to "whosoever may come". You see, you can never earn your way nor ever be good enough to enter into an eternal relationship with the living God on your own merit. You just simply exercise your faith and accept God's free Grace to change your life.

For by Grace

The world was spoke in place.

For By Grace

The stars were hung in space.

For by Grace

From the dust of the land.

For By Faith

Gods own image He did span.

For by Grace

The Garden was mans fall.

For By Grace

Sin punished one and all.

For by Grace

Men of old in faith believed.

For By Grace

Sins pardon was received.

For by Grace

By faith now all may know.

For By Grace

Freedom from sin to bestow

For By Grace

(© 2011 Charles C. Robey – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Promoted to Glory
By Charles C. Robey

Promoted to Glory

Was the old soldiers reward, Battle ribbons eternally restored

Promoted to Glory

A uniform so proudly to wear, A witness to many did share

Promoted to Glory

The collar shinning so bright, The "S" showing Salvations delight

Promoted to Glory

Marching to the old drum beat, Taking the Gospel to the street

Promoted to Glory

Waving the flag yellow red and blue, The faithful Salvation spirit to renew

Promoted to Glory

The message did proclaimed to all, To turn from mans evil sinful fall

Promoted to Glory

From the Army's retirement ranks, Old soldier, our Soldier

Now praising heavens angel flanks

Promoted to Glory

"Promoted To Glory" is the ultimate distinction given to a Salvation Army comrade upon being called home by their Heavenly Father to receive God's final promotion.

Dad and Mom received God's final Promotion, after over a half century of faithful Salvation Army service.

"His master said to him, 'Well done, good and faithful slave. You were faithful with a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master."(Matthew 25:23)

(© 2011 Charles C. Robey – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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The Homecoming
By Charles C. Robey

Homecoming, what a wonderful day
A time to meet, eat, sing and pray
The food was all set and the blessing given
The family all ready for food of their opinion

Now comes the dull talk of times done by
Talk that makes some laugh while others cry
Grandpa Mac bestows his war stories again
Much to the displeasure of our Uncle Ben

Aunt May will bring out her homemade jelly
As she always says good medicine for the belly
Baby Jane will craw under and pinch the knees
As Mother gives her endless drawn out pleas

Young Bob will tell of his last great home run
While the other boys will just laugh making fun
Don't forget Cousin Jim as he burst out in song
After all with his singing what could go wrong

We were all sorry Niece Sue could not come
For her leaving the Home was just to toilsome
And don't forget all those flashing camera lights
Capturing those unforgettable memory incites

Now it's time to get to the heart of the matter
As our pastor stands and begs stop the chatter
It's devotion time Pastor John cheerfully claimed
The Bible is opened as the gospel is explained

The invitation is given to just except God's grace
By our faith in the work of His cross to embrace
Now the homecoming would not be complete
If Gods great Salvation you failed to entreat

Homecoming, what a day. I still remember what great times we would all have, around that big table. Why, I can still taste that home style cooking. That country fried chicken and buttermilk gravy, those big Baptist biscuits, and oh yes, that homemade egg custard pie. Just a bit of heaven on earth, I might add.

Then, there was the fellowship. A catching up on all the family gossip. If only Homecoming would come around every week.

Well, for those of us who love the Lord, homecoming is an everyday affair just feasting on God's faithful blessings. "For You, O LORD, will bless the righteous; with favor You will surround him as with a shield". (Psalms 5:12)

Amen.

(© 2011 Charles C. Robey – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Where Are You My Lord
By Charles C. Robey


Where are You my Lord
Are You on the mountains so majestically hanging high
Are You in the valleys so deep beyond the shinning sky

Where are You my Lord
Are You walking the crystal sand where life's beeches flow
Are You hiding in the forest shadows neath the suns ever glow

Where are You my Lord
Are You in the moon resting in the heavens light by night
Are You in the Sun giving the needed warmth so bright

Where are You my Lord
Are You in the star twinkles hanging so royally in space
Are You in the planets traveling precisely in their place

Where are You my Lord
Are You resting in Heavens beauty at the Fathers right hand
Are You visiting the darkest depths sorrowing for the banded

Where are You my Lord
Are You shinning in the newborn eyes so bright and so fair
Are You resting in the elders bosom just helping the despair

Where are You my Lord
Are You in our children as they grow in your image so sweet
Are You in our mentor loved ones as they show love so neat

Where are You my Lord
Are You in our hearts patiently showing the right from wrong
Are You in our souls waiting to place us where we belong

Where are You my Lord
Are You pleading for our faith to accept Your eternal grace
Are You entreating our hearts to welcome your embrace

Where are You my Lord
Are You standing by to forgive our sins for which You did atone
Are You preparing to except us at Heavens glory land throne
Where are You my Lord

As a child, often times when I would do wrong, I would just sit still and close my eyes thinking Mom could not see me. How wrong I was. So, where is God? Well, He is everywhere all the time. As David the Psalmist reminds us, we cannot hide from God. Ever. Anywhere. We will either face him now or later. Would it not be much wiser to run to him now. After all, none of us are guaranteed a tomorrow.

"If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, ‘Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,’ even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb” (Psalm 139:7-13, NIV).

So, just as the child like pretend, we cannot see God, but he always sees us. He is the eternal God, waiting to live within our life and soul? For you, I certainly pray that He is.

(© 2011 Charles C. Robey – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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The Kiss of Judas
By Charles C. Robey


The Judas Kiss
What's in a name, A betrayer's fame
The Judas Kiss
Silver was allowed, Thirty pieces vowed
The Judas Kiss
Is foretold of old, A sign given bold
The Judas Kiss
The gesture shown, At the super known
The Judas Kiss
The garden revealed, As the night did yield
The Judas Kiss
Anger was displayed, By the sword blade
The Judas Kiss
The soldier felt harm, No need for alarm
The Judas Kiss
The compassion won, By hand of the Son
The Judas Kiss
Divine's eternal plan, From sin to stand
The Judas Kiss
To the cross to go, To the world to show
The Judas Kiss
God's Grace is free, Was paid on the tree
The Judas Kiss
By faith to accept, The gospel concept
The Judas Kiss
Repenting from greed, Returning the agreed
The Judas Kiss
To the traitor's name, Wherefore the blame
The Judas Kiss

Judas was one of the twelve original Apostles who was the "keeper of the purse”. And, either by becoming greedy or by divine direction, he is known by the infamous "kiss", in which Jesus was betrayed in the garden just prior to His death.

I cannot imagine how one who lived so close to our Lord for three years, could ever betray Him for a mere 30 pieces of silver. Yet, I must understand this feat was apparently divinely designed from the beginning of time. For you see, from the fall of man in Genesis (Genesis 3:1-24), man needed a Savior to reunite mankind to God’s Salvation plan. And, Judas being the treasurer of the group, was the ideal candidate to sell out our Lord, not realizing it was all a part of a divine plot.

"Therefore, just as through one man sin entered into the world, and death through sin, and so death spread to all men, because all sinned-" (Romans 5:12)

Thus, the betrayal in the garden. This famous kiss was the start of God's full gospel plan which included the crucifixion, death, burial and the resurrection. One thing we need to notice about Judas, he called Jesus teacher, he never called Jesus, Lord or Master as the other apostles did. This may be a hint as to how he saw Jesus. Jesus wanted to be known as Lord, not just teacher (Mk.12:37; Lk.20:42; Jn.9:36-38). While the other disciples wondered what kind of man Jesus was, a man that could calm the sea by a word, Judas accepted him only as Rabbi.

So, was Judas ever saved? According to the Gospel of Matthew, Judas repented his betrayal, "I have sinned in betraying innocent blood” (Matthew 27:4) and tried to return the silver to the chief priests, throwing the coins on the Temple floor. He then committed suicide by hanging himself.

So, I'll leave that answer up to God's divine plan. You see, history is history, and as far as we are concerned, we need only worry about our own salvation. Then, as followers of Christ, some day we will probably be able find out the answer to that, and many more age old questions as we meet the Saints of Old in Glory Land.

(© 2012 Charles C. Robey – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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The Sunday Night Meetings
By Charles C. Robey

Those Sunday night meetings, where did the people all go
Those Sunday night meetings, I miss that Holy Spirit's flow
Those Sunday night meetings, for some doors are still open
Those Sunday night meetings, for others the spirit is broken

Those Sunday night meetings, O how the hymns rang out
Those Sunday night meetings, how the faithful would shout
Those Sunday Night meetings, to the Word all would enter in
Those Sunday night meetings, as scripture would denounce sin

Those Sunday night meetings, testifying would fill the place
Those Sunday night meetings, one by one telling God's grace
Those Sunday night meetings, the preacher would stand to speak
Those Sunday night meetings, as the Spirit would reach its peak

Those Sunday night meetings, friends would sit in row by row
Those Sunday night meetings, and to the alter they all would go
Those Sunday night meetings, faith would be given the first place
Those Sunday night meetings, as all were saved by God's grace

Those Sunday night meetings, how may we bring them back
Those Sunday night meetings, how may we get back on track
Those Sunday night meetings, God's priority must take its course
Those Sunday night meetings, and to the world we must divorce

I really miss those Sunday night services. Something about those meetings just made worshiping God special. Maybe it was that "old fashion" free-and-easy spirit. In any event, I wish we still had them.

After the service, a group of us would then go down to the local cafe for pie and coffee. And yes, that same spirit would transfer to our "coffee house" conversation.

Well, I just miss all that fellowship, so I decided to put my thoughts down in prose. Thanks for dropping by.

Psalm 122: “Let us go rejoicing to the house of the Lord.”

(© 2012 Charles C. Robey – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Christmas, O How Merry
By Charles C. Robey

Christmas, O How Merry
Those big soft driven snowflakes slowing drifting down
Young ones peaking out windows in their holiday gown
Christmas, O How Merry
Sleigh bells ringing blissful leisurely moving in new snow
Children happily seated singing peaceful carols as they go

Christmas, O How Merry
Mr. Snow man standing tall looking upward up to the sky
Hoping to be the first young one to hear the reindeer cry
Christmas, O How Merry
In the kitchen a smell of goodies blessed with Moms fame
Topped with sugar plum treats all to grandmothers acclaim

Christmas, O How Merry
In the big room the tree is glowing to the trimmings and light
As its image is shadowed through the big windows moonlight
Christmas, O How Merry
Seeing Grandpa hide by the tree holding presents to his ear
Next comes the gentle shaking carefully guessing so sincere

Christmas, O How Merry
Young ones snug in bed on that eves prefect clear blue night
While others move quietly to see if old Santa Clause is in sight
Christmas, O How Merry
That early Christmas morn as gift wrappings become a blur
From Mom and Dad's upstairs bedroom still not even a stir

Christmas, O How Merry
Now comes the traditional festive Dinner much to alls delight
Afterwards that needed nap and to all a peaceful good night
Christmas, O How Merry
How peaceful were those days just to return to yester year
Hearing Mom read the Christmas scripture and give a prayer

Christmas, O How Merry
Watching Dad stack the wood artistically and stoke the fire
Then hang all those stockings while we would all conspire
Christmas, O How merry
One day we will all gather again remembering the happy days
Sitting around our Savior shouting glory by singing His praise

Christmas, O How Merry

How about you? Do you have vivid memories of the past? What experiences would you like to relive? And conversely, what experienced would best be erased from the "ole subconscious"? "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me" (1 Cor 13:11).

As for me, I would just pray this simple prayer in my dreams, "Dear Lord, let me be a child again just for today. Just to turn back the clock to those happy years of yesterday. A time of the simple way of life. A life chocked full of the joy and happiness.

(© 2012 Charles C. Robey – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)



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