Present Tense

"Present Tense" by Jason Lehman

It was Spring.
But it was Summer I wanted,
The warm days,
And the great outdoors.

It was summer.
But it was fall I wanted,
The colorful leaves,
And the cool, dry air.

It was Fall.
But it was Winter I wanted,
The beautiful snow,
And the joy of the holiday season.

It was Winter.
But it was Spring I wanted,
The warmth,
And the blossoming of nature.

I was a child.
But it was adulthood I wanted,
The freedom,
And the respect.

I was twenty.
But it was thirty I wanted,
To be mature,
And sophisticated.

I was middle-aged.
But it was twenty I wanted,
The youth,
And the free spirit.

I was retired.
But it was middle-age I wanted,
The presence of mind,
Without limitations.

My life was over.

But I never got what I wanted.

Bible-based Explorations of Issues Facing Youth: How Do You Know?
Faith & Life Press and Brethren Press, 1996

(We need to learn how to live in the moment instead of for the moment; God has something great and special for each of us today, but we are too busy looking at tomorrow to recognize it.)

Thy Unspeakable Gift

Thy Unspeakable Gift

Come to me
Come to me
Thy gift is free
As a precious stone in a child's eye
Shall we neglect thy gift that blinds the wise
Exceeding is thy grace
As children believe
As a child receives
Such is thy kingdom
Come on to me
Come on to me
Thy gift is free
Partake thy living water
Spring up receive thy Spirit thy Holy Spirit
Taste thy heavenly gift
Stir up sound mind, love, power
We know not thee hour
Come on to me
Come on to me
Thy gift is free
Save not by self but grace through faith
No anger no strife
Thy unspeakable gift

Eternal life

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Tomorrow I Shall Be Dancing

Tomorrow shall be my dancing day;
I would my true love did so chance
To see the legend of my play,
To call my true love to my dance;

Chorus

Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love,
This have I done for my true love.

Then was I born of a virgin pure,
Of her I took fleshly substance
Thus was I knit to man's nature
To call my true love to my dance.

Chorus

In a manger laid, and wrapped I was
So very poor, this was my chance
Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass
To call my true love to my dance.

Chorus

Then afterwords baptized I was;
The Holy Ghost on me did glance,

My Father’s voice heard I from above,
To call my true love to my dance.

Chorus

Into the desert I was led,
Where I fasted without substance;
The Devil bade me make stones my bread,
To have me break my true love's dance.

Chorus

The Jews on me they made great suit,
And with me made great variance,
Because they loved darkness rather than light,
To call my true love to my dance.

Chorus

For thirty pence Judas me sold,
His covetousness for to advance:
Mark whom I kiss, the same do hold!
The same is he shall lead the dance.

Chorus

Before Pilate the Jews me brought,
Where Barabbas had deliverance;
They scourged me and set me at nought,
Judged me to die to lead the dance.

Chorus

Then on the cross hanged I was,
Where a spear my heart did glance;
There issued forth both water and blood,
To call my true love to my dance.

Chorus

Then down to hell I took my way
For my true love's deliverance,
And rose again on the third day,
Up to my true love and the dance.

Chorus

Then up to heaven I did ascend,
Where now I dwell in sure substance
On the right hand of God, that man
May come unto the general dance.

Chorus

But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, & manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place. For we are a fragrance of Christ to God “

2 Corinthians 2: 15

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad.

Song of Songs 4:16

Spring from thy root, sweet flower!

When so God wills, spring even from thy root.

Send through the earth’s warm breast a quickened shoot

And lift into the sunny air thy dower

Of bloom and odor; life is on the plains,

And in the winds a sound of birds and rains

That sing together; lo! the winter cold

Is past; sweet scents revive, thick buds unfold;

Be thou, too, willing in the day of Power.

Spring from thy root, sweet flower.

DORA GREENWELL

What an ideal this is for us all~so to live that though we are unable to speak much or occupy a commanding position, yet from our lives a holy fragrance may be spread abroad that will be not ours but Christ’s! Let us live so near Him that we may absorb His fragrance and then go forth to exhale it again in pureness, in knowledge, in long-suffering, in kindness, in the Holy Spirit, in love unfeigned, in the word of truth, and in the power of God. Just as a piece of clay or sponge may become so impregnated with some aromatic spice that it will scent the drawer, cupboard, or box in which it lies, so we may become impregnated with the sweetness of Jesus and spread it by an irresistible influence in every place where we are called to live or work.

…How marvelously scent awakens memory! In a moment it will waft us back through long years to some old country lane, garden, or orange grove, summoning to mind people and events associated with it in the happy past.

When, therefore, we are told that we may be to God a sweet fragrance of Christ, it must be meant that we may so live as to recall to the mind of God what Jesus was in His mortal career. It is as though, as God watches us from day to day, He should see Jesus in us and be reminded (speaking after the manner of men) of that blessed life that was offered as an offering and a sacrifice to God for sweet-smelling savor.

F.B. MEYER

The Life of Paul