Key To Riches
For eyes to see and ears to hear
The marvel of His Grace
His ever-loving, ever-giving
Always ever there.
His peace and joy, and love,
Man tries so hard to find
When He has freely given
All to man
Through His great Love and Will.
Yes, all the universe is perfect
All is a part of one great whole,
To move in absolute precision.
But, man and his rebellion bent,
To tear apart, and not to mend,
Moves away from God's great and loving Will.
Vying for power, power, power
What power can man have one asks?
When time for man is not.
When death with sting awaits man
Always at the door?
Real power then, like all,
Abides in God's Will, not our own.
For ever knowing what man wants,
The loving God provides.
And when the struggle ceased at last
God asked: What is your name?
No, no longer Jacob, said the Lord,
But Israel, you will be called.
That name my children means
A prince having power with God, and man,
And has prevailed
Through persistence, and faithfulness to God.
Even to make a name for self
Has plagued man all along:
Let's build a tower to the Heavens
And a name we'll make ourselves,
Man was known to say
In Babel long ago.
And yet this loving God
Confused their language then
Until man would get a name through Him
And not the Evil One.
To Abraham who chose God's Will was given
A name throughout the earth
Throughout all ages past till now
And all the time to come
And children, said the Lord of Love
Through promise and adoption.
And since that day as we have seen
Throughout all generations
Names have come and names have gone
But Abraham's remain.
And dominion? Yes, said God
And a garden too - and love.
What an exchange that came to pass
When man transgressed God's Law.
False promises were given.
Be like God, the cunning serpent said
Why settle for so little.
So insidious was he, so devious his plan.
If he could just negotiate
Earth's kingdoms - his again
And mortal man his slave.
It sounded good to naïve ears
Little did they guess
The one who sweetly spoke to them
Thought only of himself.
Fallen from grace and cursed
He sought revenge.
With lies and promises made he,
And fooled the man and wife.
Oh, that they had rued
To God when He appeared
But alas, pride too
Was part of that betrayal
This pride of man that still exists
To blame the other guy
The serpent, blamed the woman first
He beguiled me, God, and you can see
It's plainly then, his fault, not mine.
The woman whom Thou gavest me,
Her fault, your fault,
No, not mine.
God's judgment had to fall
And yet God's love still reached
To man's befallen ears:
The woman's Seed, one day, said God,
Will crush the serpent's head,
And I will call thee Mine again
Yes, the Master nods His head.
When you call Me,
Yes, said He,
I'll answer thee.
Through time and space He helps
He calls, He warns, He woes.
But man continues on his way,
Bent and bound with pride for Hell.
Still puffing up himself, alas,
He heeds the serpent's lies.
Even after God has planned
And has provided all.
Redemption through acceptance
Of God's Great Sacrifice.
Relationship with Him.
And power in His Name.
To the Cross, men cry.
To the cross for you - not I.
All I want is found right here,
And I will, and want it done my way.
God so loves He's given
A way right back to Heaven.
To love, and laughter,
Health, and riches,
The Tree of Life - to live forever.
No tears, no pains, no hassles ever.
Go not in thine own way,
The Father warns His child.
You cannot see with eyes of scales,
What lay in darkness there.
Enter in, He pleads the prodigal.
I have the fatted calf,
And in My Hands alone, says He,
The keys to death, and Hell.
Listen child, says He.
I formed you from the womb,
And like a woman you can see,
I birthed you in My Blood.
Begotten of Me,
I made thee for My Praise.
O' lend and ear, and live.
There be no tears
Where I have planned for thee.
There be no sickness, and no pain.
All your tears, I promise thee,
Are washed away in Me.
Your mourning to dancing,
Your rags to richer garments,
Your sadness to joy and laughter,
The Key to Riches
Is what I plan for thee.
Hear now, says He.
For time is getting close,
And there are those who choose in,
And those who will be out.
An Ark like Noah's await thee,
Not of wood this time, says He.
But an Ark of Me, Yes, Me,
The Great I AM
The Hand that moved the sea,
Is stretching out to thee.
Take hold dear child and cling.
In Me, Y'Shua, Jesus,
And more than you know,
Child of My heart, love you so.
O. J. Graham
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