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Suspended Children
Who are the suspended Children?
You see them every day, they are all around you.
These children are the children who do not know Jesus!
All around you in this country in your neighborhood are children 9 to 12 years of age who do not know Jesus. There may even be a suspended child in your home. These children do not know what sin is and they do not know Hell is a real place. These children are suspended above the flames of Hell waiting for you to teach them about the wages of sin. Romans 6:23; “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus.”
You and I who say that we are followers of Christ have been given a commission by Jesus: Mark 16: 15-16; “And He said (Jesus) to them, “Go into all the world and preach the Gospel to EVERY creature. He who believes and is baptized will be saved: he who does not believe is condemned.”
Our world is the people living around us these are the ones we are to teach the Gospel. In my thinking our Abba Father Wants to move among the people of the world again and wants to embrace the children of the United States. In the past when there was a move of God it has been a move in the younger people in this nation. I think back to Jesus people of 1960’s it was the young people touched by Jesus and the way we did church in America has been changed forever. The movement came about by one man with a burden and a prayer to reach the hippies. Young people the hippies had emptiness in their hearts and were searching for something to fill the void.
One day my heart became so burdened for children, it may have been after one of the school shootings, hearing about children having sex at the age of ten with one another, or even after seeing the lines of children waiting to buy the new Harry Potter book. Children are exposed to so much emptiness these days my heart broke, so I prayed. For about three years I prayed for the children. God gave me Donkey Tells, simply said, Donkey Tells is the Gospel of Jesus Christ told to children for the ages of 9 to 12 year old.
With all the disasters happening in this country as of lately I found myself in the book of Joel. Joel used the disasters to call the people to repent. I am not saying that the disasters in our country are judgments of God. One verse jumped out at me Joel 1:3;
Tell your children about it
Let you children tell their
Children.
And their children another
Generation.
God created donkeys to come alongside of man to help him carry the loads in life that were too heavy to be carried by him. Suspended donkeys are books that help you and are sent out for the suspended children to introduce them to Jesus. “Donkey Tells, A Promise Kept” is the gospel of Jesus Christ in words that anyone can understand. Donkey Tells is a tool to help anyone show a child the love of Jesus. Donkey Tells is a tool to open the door to teach a child about Jesus.
Children Only Know
What YOU
Teach Them!
A suspended book is a book that is bought for a child who does not know Jesus. Maybe you buy one book for yourself and another for the little trouble maker next door.
I am also looking for away to give a book to every child who has fallen into hard times. I wish to give a Suspended Donkey to foster care children, homeless children, any child in need, and all suspended children over the flames of HELL. Donkey Tells, is a donkey that comes alongside and carries them to the loving arms of Jesus.
Jesus said, “Let the Little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for such is the Kingdom of Heaven.” Matthew 19:14
Again a task before me has been given of which I do not know how to do. Again to our Abba I shall not be saying no. Yet to you my brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus I am asking you to be of One Accord with me telling the children of the world about the Love of Jesus? I would love to hear your input on how we shall do this task. I have some ideas yet I believe many of you out there may have better ideas than I. Let us be the ones to introduce the Children to Jesus and His love for His glory forever and ever, Amen.
If you do not wish to leave your comment here or idea I can be reached at
donkeytells@gmail.com
This post shall also be posted as a new page also, Thank-you everyone and God Bless.
The Question
When I first saw Your face!
I came over with an amazing grace.
I felt your love abound in me,
with heavenly angels all around
once!
But now I feel You left me behind!
An I just another man gone blind?
You have made a lame man walk
and a blind man see.
But why, not for me?
If faith ‘is’ the key then death is the door.
But when You open death’s door
will there be any more?
The ONLY Question truly is,
DO You really exist?
Or are You just a theory,
like those evolutionist’s?
End
Why is death so great?
It will be there for your fate.
Heaven and Hell we surly know.
But where do we belong above or below?
I know its face I know it true.
But when its time it will come for me too.
The Storm
Out to sea this vessel set sail
Winds soon turned to gale
Battering waves besieged
Vessel’s hull bucked
Sea spilled in
The vessel stalled
Making no way against the wind
At all.
Till the Master spoke:
Peace My child
Be still.
This vessel is going to
The other side.
Into the eye of the storm
This vessel did sail.
Winds claimed
As waves retreated
Pumps engaged
Oceans’ water returned
To the sea
Hands hasten
Hatches re-fortified
Planks re-fasten
Heart beats slowed
Deep breaths taken,
As the Master spoke:
Peace my child
Be still.
This vessel is going to
The other side.
Out of the eye of the storm
This vessel did sail.
Cyclone determined
To make its final rail
Winds growled
The tempest hailed.
Timbers strained
Ribbing twisted
Planking cracked
Seams leaked
The vessel was surely lost.
Till the Master spoke:
Peace My child
Be still.
This vessel has reached
The other side.
Again I have been inspired by another blogger!
O’ Wretched Soul
These poems are a collaboration of two souls who write for the love of Yeshua.
O’ This Wretched Soul
An original from days past by James Neff of Men Of One Accord
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O’ this wretched soul
of mine
over hell’s fire suspends
to be lost for all time
obstinate awaiting life’s end.
O’ this wretched soul
stone cold harden heart
toiler chained to villainy
to be forever hell’s tart
lost ship in the sea of iniquity.
O’ this wretched soul
naked before the Father’s Throne
pungent humiliation shadow of life
another sinner scorned
scourged by strife.
O’ this wretched soul
is there any hope for me?
will Yeshua’s forgiveness Flow?
can Yeshua set this soul free?
I plead for Yeshua hell’s debt to suspend
upon which now this soul depends.
prostrate before Abba’s Throne
please take this prodigal back Home?
O’ this wretched soul
of mine.
Amen.
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O’ Wretched Soul
A new take on an original by Deborah Gomez of awomansaved.
O’ Wretched Soul | awomansaved
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O’ wretched soul
raging
unbending I await life’s end
burning
whilst over hell’s fire I suspend
O’ wretched soul
hardened
is this stone cold heart
languishing
in bitter taste of hell’s tart
O’ wretched soul
chained
is this sinner to villainy
sailing
lost in this sea of iniquity
O’ wretched soul
scourged
by strife this leper left scorn
naked
in humiliation before the Father’s Throne
O’ wretched soul
awaken
to Yeshua’s redemptive flow
given
to you is His forgiveness to sow
Never again left to suspend
on His love you now depend
He has heard your prayer’s voice
O’ wretched soul
rejoice!
The Necktie of Purpose: A poem
Here is a poem I think you find that stretches you out a wee bit!
In Memory of Chuck Smith
Pastor Chuck, Thank-you for your service. It was through Your ministry that I came to know the Lord Jesus Christ as savior. I will miss you, James
ACORNS?
Someone once said, “Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while.” That I find is a mystery to be pondered for sure.
Still yet I find an even greater mystery for pondering: So numberless are the acorns born each year yet all do fall. Countless acorns are gathered by the beasts of the trees, the beasts of field, and the birds of the air. Acorns unnumbered that are carried away and then, they are no more.
Still yet are the untold acorns that fall to the ground and are never to be found. These lost untold acorns die, rot, and then return to dust of the earth from which they came.
Still yet there are the numbering of acorns that fall to the ground, that do not enter the earth, and yet still they die. In the spring when the rains come these acorns sprout up with new life and push upward to the heavens. Yet when the sun beats down on them in the summer drought, they wither, and death wins. For they are the numbered that have no root deep into the earth. For these numbered did not feed upon the nutrients of the earth nor have they drank fully of the water of life. For these who are the counted also die and return to dust of the earth from which they came.
Still yet are the acorns, the few, that fall to the ground, enter the earth and die. When the spring rain comes these few rise up with new life, and push upward to the heavens as their roots dig downward deep into the earth. Yet when the sun beats down, in the summer drought they do not wither. These few filled with new life have roots dug down deep into the earth to feed upon nutrients of the earth and drink freely of the water of life. As years upon years past, storms come, flood waters rise and fall, yet the years of drought pass by, these few with new life keep growing on. Massive oaks they have become producing much fruit and always growing upward till their purpose has been made full. Then they also die and return to the dust of the earth from which they came.
Still yet I find this to be a mystery: So is it also the same with a man?
Last Request!
May I pass down to you
a little of
my life’s knowledge?
Now these days
young people hardly muse
the words of old men.
Time has marched on
sunsets of my past
far exceed
my sunrises I’ve yet to see.
Entering the final turn
knowing the finish line
the home stretch lies ahead.
I sprint now to
empty myself of all mercy
that has been poured into me.
Leaving no prayer unsaid
no un-repentant sin
no hurt un-forgiven
blessing all who
around me I see.
Reaching out in love
to those who hate me
laying hands on the sick
instructing the children
encouraging the young
picking up the fallen
I will sprint on.
Exhaling all self
denying the flesh
exhausting the body
no time to rest
yes I sprint on.
When I cross the finish line
to look upon my race
regrets I will not see
I will not wish
I had prayed more
read the Bible more
given more
loved more
for I will have
used even my last breath
for my Lord.
Amen.
My Dad and I have always been very close and after I gave my life to Jesus we became even closer. Four years ago in August my Dad went to spend all eternity at our Abba Father’s throne. I was asked to write his eulogy this was what I came up with. My mother disliked it so much, pitched a fit, and it was never read. If you knew my Dad, one would say yes that was he.
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