Shekinah

Isaiah 6:1-13

The Glory of The Lord is full

it fills the whole of Earth.

Like morning fog He all doth rule

to cover the sun’s latest birth.

The temple of The Lord now hid

in clouds, both dark and light,

doth shake and tremble as He bids

to show majestic might.

His holy servants cry aloud,

“He’s HOLY for upon His Throne

He sits and we are humbly bowed

before Christ, Who for Sin atoned.”

Oh, hush, dear ones redeem-ed whole,

thy Christ hath hidden blazing Sol.

Thy hopes will last beyond today

forever in His yard to play.

Your enemy will watch dismayed.

Forever pays he sin’s great toll.

Before The Master glistering bright,

we tremble as our strip-ped souls

seem hopeless and again of night

forgetting that He makes us whole

by Grace unending, stripped of fright.

Shekinah, that has made us blind

and opens blinded eyes,

removes all terrors so unkind

and lifts us to the skies.

His gentle voice requests we go,

full sent by his Great Name.

Anon with joy we serve below

that none could point to blame.

The heart of Man remains so fat

in fog that clouds the light.

Without Your Call there’s nothing that

can lift their deepest night.

Yet some will hear, the tithe of souls.

Shekinah keeps Egyptians blind,

while lighting hearts forever whole.

The holy seed their land will find.

Their voices will become quite bold.

Shekinah shows The Lord, Who lives.

He’s dark and he is light.

The sight of holiness He gives

to those, who’ve been made right.

by Jay O’Toole

on April 10th, 2019

Important Heritage

The line of Jesus is quite full

of men of great renown.

It starts with Abraham, whose pull

draws David’s royal crown.

But seen within are those, whose poor

and meager lives are low.

A prostitute and Gentile moor

their hopes on blessed Shiloh.

The Father of this Saving Lord

is Ruler of all things,

Whose value is alone The Word

of which Creation sings.

He left His stable Home on High.

Came to the world through stable birth,

restraining Glory, that His first cry

did not create another Earth.

He is the greatest heritage.

Christ Jesus. Man and God.

He lived, died, rose. His parentage

brings Hope we’ll aye applaud.

by Jay O’Toole

on April 9th, 2019

Malachi 3: “Refiner’s Fire”

The gentle shepherd holds my hand

to lead to water’s edge.

“Just drink the sweetness by my plan.

Your best is my true pledge.”

The days of sweetness often seem

to melt in midday’s heat.

I look for hope on every beam,

that peace might soon repeat.

“Please, Father, help me for they burn,

these challenges each day.

“You promised, that you’d help me learn,

if I would just obey,…”

“…But roiling heat tempts me to lose

my trust in your great Word.

“The smelter’s pot is what you choose,

while hope is yet deferred.”

“Just trust me, Child. The good day comes

in your forever Peace.

“The precious gem is made by sums

of heat and sweet release.”

“Yes, Lord, you know the best for me.

I stand on what you’ve said.

“You rose one day to Savior be,

alive, Who once was dead.”

“I love you, Child. You’re in my hand.

I keep you every day.

“Forever in my Home so grand.

My bride on grand display.”

by Jay O’Toole

on April 8th, 2019

Playing Games

“Trust in The Lord with all thine heart and lean not on thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.” (Proverbs 3:5-6, KJV)

The Lord, who is the greatest Dad,

grows faith by playing games.

The darknesses, that seem so bad

perform His greatest aims.

In “Peek-a-Boo” the earthly man

will teach the child he’s there

by hiding his own face by plan,

until next smile they share.

The Lord of Glory hides His, too,

but not to harm His son.

The days of Earth are all quite few,

until the vict’ry’s won.

The darknesses are just as blest

in growing lovely plants.

If all is sun, there’s never rest.

No peace it ever grants.

The “Hide-n-Seek” of God Above

is invitation fair.

He wants to teach you all His Love,

to hide you with Him there.

The lover, who plays “Hard-to-Get”

is showing greater heart

than one, whose known by daily fret,

whose fearful of each part.

The strongest metal’s tempered hard

by hot and cold, repeat.

The Lord thus makes us Wisdom’s Bard,

enduring, strong, complete.

“Oh, Lord, I wish to know Your Face.

I wish to hear your heart.

“I wish the warmth of Love’s embrace,

ensuring You’ll ne’er part.”

“I pray, that You would make complete

this still-so-childish heart.

“I pray for fellowship so sweet

made lasting from the start.”

“I know, that I must wait until

this earthly life is through,

“before I’ll understand Your Will

and be fore’er with You.”

“Please, give me days of knowing in

my deepest Knower Place,

“then gladly, steps removed from sin,

know warmth of Your Blessed Grace.”

“I see Your games bring wisdom rare.

Your hiding is for peace.

“You grow me past all earthly care

to point of great release,”

“But, Savior, I confess this day,

my heart at weary times,

“still longs to see Your Face displayed

in smiles of visual rhymes.”

“So blind I walk through shadowlands

as Lewis wisely wrote,

“but in Your Heaven trees shed bands

of light, not opaque coat.”

“Submit I do, again, myself,

unto Your glorious plans

“for days upon an earthly shelf

give way to Heaven’s grands.”

by Jay O’Toole

on April 7th, 2019

Jesus Is My Shepherd

They say that I am just a sheep.

Someone that needs be led.

Why thanks! That title’s full, replete

of things that I’d have said.

That Jesus is my shepherd, Lord

brings gratitude to heart.

I have no wisdom save His Word

From it I’ll never part.

The bliss of comfort through my days

is found within a psalm.

Psalm 23 doth still amaze

to make me wise and calm.

He meets my needs through life on Earth,

but should He stop I’ll know.

I’ve come to eternal life’s last birth

to in His Presence grow.

by Jay O’Toole

on April 6th, 2019

Isaiah 7:14, KJV

^”Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.”

The Savior came to fallen men,

and women, girls and boys.

He came their hearts to ever win.

His mercy He employs.

The Lord of Glory left His Home,

became as small as babe

to change our hearts no more to roam,

our wants to fully shape.

The Seed was placed in virgin womb,

unhelped by human skill,

then later walked out from the tomb.

Unbarred by human will.

This virgin had no merit of

her own to give to Man.

For Mary needed God’s own love

to save her soul from sin.

The Son of God did man become

in greatest miracle.

He shaped His body as the Son.

Creation’s greatest, full.

Immanuel means “God with us”

or God He’d never be.

The One, Who breathed all life from dust

has lived as face we see.

Six days He spoke, stretched curtain broad,

the seventh restful joy.

The human’s job is to be awed

by skills He did employ.

He walked with man through early days,

until first sin brought breach.

As Angel of The Lord He says,

“I’ll die your soul to reach,…”

“… but death itself will not mean much,

until I rise, again,

“to show corruption’s every touch

My Vict’ry o’er its sin.”

For when the time was ripe and full

the fruit of womb came forth

fulfilling prophet’s words, His rule

is greater than all human worth.

Review we now the truth to see

the One, whose grace is known,

came forth from seal-ed womb to be

the same from seal-ed tomb was gone.

He daily breaks through seal-ed hearts

to make forever home

in one, who’s barred Him from the start,

but now welcomes Him to come.

One day He’ll break the seal-ed sky

to set all things to right.

No earthly power can Him deny,

who will come in all His might.

by Jay O’Toole

on April 5th, 2019

Genesis 3:15

The start of something really foul

was molding, rotten fruit.

The adversary with his scowl

was grasping, awful brute.

The Lord Supreme brought judgment dire

upon His former friend.

Now substance in between was ire

with friendship at its end.

The seed of woman and the snake

are ever locked in war.

The lasting justice God would make

at end of surly chore.

The snaky seed would bruise the least

of Savior’s living force.

His heel would smart as death would cease.

Thus charted He new course.

The Savior bruised that snaky head

thus crushing fangs of death

on Third Day when He raised from dead,

while drawing lasting breath.

The Lord of Glory took the nails

insanest hatred drove

as sin and death and hell impales

on ugly stick above.

This Master, Jesus, owns the Throne

from which He rules fore’er.

All other sentient beings prone

with no one praying there.

The children of The Master need

not pray to Him for aught

For all is grace by Raising deed

in hope beyond all thought.

But children of the snake are lost.

Their prayer’s to no avail

for selfishness has come with cost,

eternal, burning Hell.

Oh, seek The Lord this living day,

while he may yet be found.

With fleeting breath His Word obey

above the cold, cold ground.

One day you’ll live your last on Earth

when Master bids you come.

If you are ready by new birth,

you’ll know His greatest sum.

But if you linger and delay,

“Some day when all is right,”

then Hell’s great sorrows will betray

you in eternal Night.

Oh, come, Dear One! Make Jesus, Lord,

this quickly passing day.

He rose, again, by His own Word

with healing on display.

by Jay O’Toole

on April 4th, 2019

Isaiah 53

Messiah came as little boy.

Amazing looks did not employ.

So sorrowful, despised of men.

Afflicted, couldn’t seem to win.

Bruised and beaten, bloody mass

His earthly Day was seen to pass.

He had no sin that stole His youth,

but took on ours, fulfilling Truth.

Travailing Lord upon the cross

the smelter’s cauldron took the dross.

The punishment He bore for all,

Mercy, Grace, the Savior’s call.

He prayed for me to ever save

in victory o’er the cursed grave.

Christ’s saddest days were numbered, three,

but now alive He lives to free.

by Jay O’Toole

on April 3rd, 2019

The Angel of Yahweh

The Angel of The Lord came down

before He was a babe

to make all grace to us abound,

the loved ones He would save.

The Angel of The Lord appeared

to saints of Israel

and Abram, Jacob, Moses feared

The One, whose Truth they’d tell.

The Angel of The Lord was there.

The universe He carved.

His footprints are seen everywhere.

His Word is plainly served.

The Angel of The Lord still loves

the peoples of the Earth.

He draws all hearts, of sin reproves

to give to each new birth.

by Jay O’Toole

on April 2nd, 2019

Jesus Created Everything

In the book of Genesis

and the book of John,

Jesus all creation gives,

six days and He’s done.

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The Word of God is Jesus’ name

Creation is his craft.

Salvation is yet why He came,

providing soul’s great raft.

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This Jesus makes the newest heart,

extracts the stony one.

Make him Lord. This moment start,

as his beloved son.

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by Jay O’Toole

on April 1st, 2019