Christian Poetry
by Earl Moore


Earl writes: "I have been writing poetry for about 3 years with publication in Four and Twenty, Manila Envelope, Simply Haiku and Three Lights Gallery. My short story entitled "God's Chosen" can be found on this site."


Valley of Decision
By Earl Moore

A great land caste
which judgment decries
destruction and waste
to open their eyes.

Warning of a sad day
when no one will stand
at the terrible judgment
of His great hand.

Change your hearts
without food, cry and move
to show kindness and mercy
and His wonderful love.

Restoration has come - land
be happy and joyfully sing
because the Lord's swift hand
has done a wonderful thing.

Pouring out of the Spirit
and miracles that show
a kind loving heart-felt
Savior that all should know.

the gathering of nations
in the valley of judgment
there I will sit to judge
all nations of the earth.

Huge numbers of people
in the Valley of Decision
awaiting a soon reckoning
to become God's chosen.

facing a life crossroad......
where do you stand?
in the Valley of Decision
holding Christ's hand.

(© 2010 Earl Moore – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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For Moses
By Earl Moore


In the soft caresses of the reed, savior awaits
The Egyptian people held in slavery with rage
So his calling was to lead them out of bondage
With faith and vision allowed him to foresee
The bringing of the king down to his knee
So rod to snake, water to blood, king grew bolder
And within his heart the king became colder
So then Moses complained to the God Almighty

By plague and by death the king did soon plea
Allowing the people to once again become free
And through Moses the crossing of the Red Sea
Struggle in the desert with the crying banshee
Then at Mt. Sinai came the Ten Commandments
Holy writing had all the people’s covenants.

(© 2010 Earl Moore – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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A Fishing Tale
By Earl Moore


When Christians who are called to fish, don’t fish –
they fight and argue....
When energy intended for the outside, used inside –
result is explosive
Instead of casting nets, we cast deadly stones
Instead of extending helping hands, we point accusing fingers.
Instead of being fishers of the lost – we are critics of the saved
Crooked fingers that bypass the strengths but only point to the weaknesses Split churches- No testimonies- Broken hearts
Legalist wars - No sacrifice - No one saved.
Poor go unfed and the confusion reigns
as the lost and uncounseled go unreached.

But when Christians who are called to fish, fish hard –
they flourish to reach out,
As each becomes a fishermen of lost people everywhere....
And the smile of God shines upon them --
many lost souls are saved for His kingdom.

(© 2010 Earl Moore – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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A Sinner Forgiven
By Earl Moore


When

In life

Only my sin

Each day much pain

Many days don’t make sense

Theft is a way of life

Deceit is easy for me to will

Lies get real with every deception

Porn with a hold that seeks to test me

Rampant sin on the road to destruction

Now crossed over from darkness to light, Christ comes

Living each day for Christ and loving him

And down on my knees with the word

Let my light shine to all men

Care for the poor and lost

Love others and make amends

Trust his sweet voice

Hope one day

To meet

God

(© 2010 Earl Moore – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Calling Us Home
By Earl Moore


Home, a place of restful peace
Memories – wonderful and difficult
Many experiences, and situations and
circumstances, especially dreams

But sometimes home, very elusive
Finding it, or getting back to it
Longing for some perfect place
Where so loved, but never judged

But our homes, may not be content
And happy may be a thing of the past
As we go through the times it isn’t
A break through in Jesus

Jesus now comes, breaks through
Our grief, hurts and judgment
In the place we call our home
Comes in disappointment, reassures fears

Jesus went before us in our Galilee
In this place where we have hope
Looking at our displaced order, God’s there
And He is waiting to bring us life

Jesus is calling us home this day
Silently, tenderly, shakes the foundation
Everywhere we have been, and where we are going
Calling to own Galilee, and calling us home

(© 2010 Earl Moore – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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What Would Jesus Do
By Earl Moore


When life falls apart, and your losing heart
Life may need a new jump start
And your many moods are soaring to blue
What would Jesus do?

On the way to work, person is spent
And they have no money to pay rent
Are you turning away or sticking like glue
What would Jesus do?

In the hospital, visiting a friend
People there never going to mend
And we are to busy to ever pursue
What would Jesus do?

Great many people undergoing surgery
Fending for themselves, always so scary
But we have no time to help others, so true
What would Jesus do?

So millions of people who don’t know the Lord
Living uncomfortable in pain and discord
We should be a witness but it never comes true
What would Jesus do?

Thus in your travels, love be your guide
Witness to the lost with Christ by your side
Teaching his salvation plan, all become new
Now we know what Jesus would do.

(© 2010 Earl Moore – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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The Awakening
By Earl Moore


Standing here in all my sorrow,
hoping I feel better on tomorrow
But things just continue to fail....
looks as though I was meant for Hell.

Walking slow in the deep, deep valleys
knowing I need to change my follies
but Satan was constantly dragging me down
stamping out dreams, making me his clown.

Seeking a way out from troublesome times
standing in the way of refreshing minds and
praying for relief from Satan’s strong hold thus
searching for something that will make me so bold.

Look, a man has drawn close to grieve,
then suddenly his voice says, “Son, do you believe?”
And then at the moment I said, “Yes, I trust in you Lord.”
Jesus quietly said, “Son, you must have faith in the final reward.”

Now I walk and talk with my Lord
and singing to him in sweetest accord.
Standing on his promises that will forever be around
living for the day when I’m Heavenly bound.

(© 2010 Earl Moore – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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