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My House (I Samuel 2:31-36)by amoswilson |
I built myself a house
That was so great and grand.
I built with all the best
Materials at hand.
I built the walls of straw,
The floor of stubble hay,
The beams were painted reeds,
Foundations made of clay.
In envy of my house,
All people came to gaze.
And I have all I need,
In this, the house I raised.
But then God sent a wind,
With lightening from the sky,
In leveling my house,
He leveled too my pride.
For with my hand I built,
And now He struck my hand,
And so I see my sin.
I see that I am damned.
Forgive me for my pride,
For humbled now I see,
When You hacked down my house,
It was a grace to me.
My house but blocked my view,
And limited my sights.
Now clearly I perceive,
Your holy house of life.
Your house is built in gold,
With bedrock as its root.
Of cedar beams the roof,
The walls of granite hewn.
I come before Your door,
And fall upon my knee.
Do you let sinners in?
Will You open to me?
My name’s above the door.
O Lord, how could it be?
When I was yet in sin,
You built Your house for me?
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A Meditation on Ecclesiastesby amoswilson |
The world is full of vanity,
But what is vanity?
A faith in what is substanceless,
Which is idolatry.
The physical is substanceless,
When of God’s Spirit dispossessed.
The world is cursed because of sin,
Man ate the fruit of sin.
Of good and evil, knowledge, death,
And pain that they brought in.
I take the fruit and think on death,
The vapor left without God’s breath.
Through all of history what is gained?
But toil, never gain.
For day by day the earth still turns,
Man always walks with pain,
Men live and die successive turns,
And nothing’s ever, ever learned.
I saw the pleasures of the world,
But that’s a phantom world.
Through all is self-idolatry,
They can not sate the soul.
So life is our idolatry,
We mortals — oh, the irony!
And what is life on earth but damned,
And every action damns.
And history lives under the curse,
The toil of each man,
To suffer, sin, and die, and curse,
We’re born and then return to earth.
But turn yourself to worship God,
For all comes back to God.
And work with diligence and joy,
To imitate our God.
And think on pain, but then rejoice,
For that’s our lot, and that’s our choice.
Remember always Jesus Christ,
For all comes back to Christ.
In trusting and obedience,
To Christ then we rely,
To fear God in obedience,
So is the end of all of this.
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I Want to Honor You (I Samuel 2:18-30)by amoswilson |
I want to honor You,
In everything I do,
As saints before proclaimed the Lord.
For I’ve been given much,
And privileged as such,
The more I’m blessed, the greater test.
By nature I would not,
Obey You as I ought,
but serve my lusts and damn the just.
Inclined to hate and spurn,
Your holy Law and Word,
And keep for me my offering.
Without You, I am damned,
The worst of every man,
Offending, not attending You.
I tremble lest You say,
“Because you disobey,
Depart My sight — you I despise.”
I want to honor You,
In everything I do,
I need Your might to do what’s right.
Oh, gird me in Your truth,
Your glory be my proof,
And let my tongue make Your name known.
Make up what’s lax in me,
And give me sanctity,
To demonstrate that You are great.
And fill me so complete,
That when men speak of me,
The can’t so do, but speak of You.
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Evil Priests (I Samuel 2:11-25)
by amoswilson
We are priests of God most high,
And therefore we must act as such.
Taking heed lest we should die,
Of doing deeds which are unjust.
Don’t take more than He gave to you,
Or treat His holy things as cheap,
Indulging flesh more than its due,
Engaging in adulteries.
But first bring glory to the Lord,
Let worship be your natural state.
And why do you neglect His word?
Your idols you must decimate.
But we aren’t ever perfect priests,
Atoning between God and man,
But there is One who intercedes,
The Christ who is both God and man.
Who followed God in every way,
And yet He died as though for sin.
His sacrifice then made the way,
To sanctify the wicked men.
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God’s Revolution (I Samuel 2:4-7)by amoswilson |
The mighty man has bent his bow,
It snapped before he dealt a blow.
The one who fed on cream and meats,
Now begs for pennies in the streets.
The woman who had many sons,
Will live to mourn for everyone.
For God controls both life and death,
Success and victory in Him rest.
He raises up and razes low,
He arms the weak against his foe,
He gives the hungry food to eat,
He makes the barren womb complete.
So rich or dispossessed are one,
For by God’s hand are these things done.
In honor or in lowliness,
God guides all so His name is blessed.
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This Miraculous Son (I Samuel 1:12-28)by amoswilson |
When I fasted in mourning and cried,
While my rival provoked me to grief,
And the man that I love chose to chide,
Since I would not drink, nor would I eat.
Though undrinking, rebuked as if drunk,
By the war-weary priest of the Lord,
By this final rebuke I am stung,
Yet still I’ll be gracious in word.
Now I cast off my sorrowful face.
Having faith that God heard my request.
And he gave me a son by His grace,
Evermore His great name will I bless.
May your soul live! Sir, I was the one,
Who had prayed at your feet in her tears.
Now behold this miraculous son!
He will worship God all of his years.
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SONG OF HANNAH
By Amos Wilson
To the tune of “Mo Ghile Mear”
Chorus:
Glory to the Lord of Hosts,
He shall be my only boast,
He has humbled all my foes,
All praise to You, my saving Lord.
Grief and pain were all I knew,
A dried-up well, a barren root,
So with my voice I cried to You:
There is no one holy like the Lord!
There’s no one righteous like our God,
And only Him will I applaud,
For He has been my fortress rock:
There is no one holy like our Lord!
Beware your proud and careless speech,
Do not disguise your wicked deeds,
For God knows all — so take your heed:
There is no one holy like our Lord!