Psalm 102

I read this psalm tonight and it has helped me.

Psalm 102

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee.
Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble;
incline thine ear unto me:in the day when I call answer me speedily.
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness:
I am like the owl of the desert.
I watch, and am as a sparrow alone on the house top.
Mine enemies reproach me all the day;
and they that are mad against me are sworn against me.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my my drink with weeping.
because thine indignation and thy wrath;
for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
My days are like a shadow that declineth; I am withered like grass
But thou, O LORD, shall endure forever;
and thy remembranceunto all generations.
Thou shalt rise, and have mercy upon zion
for the time to favor her, yea, the set time, has come.
for thy servants take pleasure in her stones,
and favor the dust thereof.
so the heathen shall fear the name of the LORD,
and all the kings of the earth thy glory.
When the LORD shall build up zion, he shall appear in his glory.
He will regard the prayer of the destitute,
and not despise their prayer.
This shall be written for the generation to come:
and the people which shall be created shall praise the LORD.
For HE has looked down from the height of HIS santuary;
From heaven did the LORD behold the earth;
to hear the groaning of the prisoner;
to loose those that are appointed unto death;
to declare the name of the LORD in zion
and his praise in jerusalum;
when the people are gathered together,
and the kingdoms, to serve the LORD.
He weakened my strength in the way, he shortened my days.
I said, O my GOD take me not away in the midst of my days.
thy years are throughout all generations
Of old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth.
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
they shall perish, but thou shalt endure.
yea, all of them wax old like a garment;
as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed
but thou art the same, and thy years have no end.
the children of your servants shall continue,
and their seed shall be established befor thee

The Creation

The following is just a little thing I dreamed up in my head. It is written from the view point of Adam. It is about the creation of Eve. I took some great liberties in writing. While some aspects of the following did actually occur alot of it did not. It is just a little something I dreamed up to try and capture what Adam might of thought when he saw Eve for the first time. Or what Adam might of thought if he had had the chance to see Eve being created.

I felt the heavy gentle hand that I had come to know so well touch me upon the shoulder.
"It's time to rest my Adam, it is time to rest" He spoke

My eyes became heavy and the air around me began to thicken. I lowered my self toward the ground below me. I laid on my back and stretched out in an attempt to regain my composer and consciousness. In no time at all I drifted completly away.

I could see my self laying there. It felt as if my spirit was no longer in my body. I could see the hand of the only one I had ever known place his hand upon my rib. My side opened and one of my rib bones was removed. He placed his hand on my side again and I was completly healed. I was so confused as to what was going on.

I seen the one who I had come to know as Creator walk to a place of dusty ground. With the rib bone he began to draw. Like small waves, the dust rolled around the bone as it carved its way through the dirt. An outline of a figure appeared. a figure much like mine.

The Creator then began to pour dust and dirt inside the outline He had drawn. He then took his rough and gentle hands and began to push and mold the dust within the outline he had drew. A smile was upon his face as he methodically molded the figure into something three demensional. The more the Creator molded the more joy I could see in his eyes.

He stepped back away from the mold He had created in the dust. It was something like me; only different. It had no life but it had a form. It's body had features I had never seen before. The creator had made another masterpiece.

The creator smiled. Closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He then leaned over the dust frame he had made. Then he exhaled slowly and purposfully as if to breath life into the dust he had formed. I soon discovered that was exactly what He was doing.

For a moment nothing happened. Then the dust form jolted. It's chest thrusted upward into the air. Dust flew into the air off of the form. It relaxed and rested back to the ground. Then thrusted it's chest into the air once again. I heard it inhale. Drawing in the air around it. As the dust settled I noticed the once dust frame was now a frame of flesh.

it was beautifull, I could not stop from starring. It sat up, and the creator breathed on the creation one more time to blow the remaining dust from it's new body. The Creator smiled and the creationed smiled back at Him.

I then felt myself being pulled back into my sleeping body, but I did not want to leave this new creation. I was so confused about what was going on.

Then I awoke. I sat up quickly to see if the new creation was still there. I grasped at my side then looked up. And there it was. There she was. She was marvelous, stunning, and beautifull. She smiled at me and I knew, we were made for each other. And as I would care for myself, so I would care for her.

and that has always been my favorite part of creation.
thank you, oh my great Creator.




a servant of JESUS CHRIST,
Joe W Hartsell Jr

Smile on Me

King, Priest, The Prophet
hauled off to Golgotha.
Not just the loss of a SAVIOUR,
loss of a FATHER.

Why did you bother lobbying for slobs like us?
who mock such an honest and modest portrayal of love
I don't stop dwelling.

concentrate on these thoughts often enough.
on the cross, and the blood, on the loss and the monsterous cuts
on the thorny crown, that bore down on your brow
on the scorn in the morning, insuing the morning after crowds
and swarms yelling Barabus, drown out the vioce of reason

insignificant people, so wicked and evil
leading you bleeding and pleading down the via de la rosa
LORD you bore shame,and reproach, you were cursed by most men
hurt by the curse words, you were born in a stable to save

from the cradle to the grave all we've made is mistakes
kicked in the face, hit, smitten and spit upon
my tears fall on the scripture that your future was written on

so called heretic, bare naked and shaking
buckled knees caving in, caused by the tree in a shape of a T
nails breaking the skin you were taking our sin
and placing it in the palm of your hand for all men

you could of said "take me away, I don't want to stay,
take some other man on some other day. in some other way"
blood dwindled away,life withered away,noone else willing to pay

you could of said "GOD this hurts so much, this burden is so tough
I'm flirtin with death touch."
but you came, touched lives and died lonely
and you died lonely, just to smile on me

is it the rain that stains my face or tears?
have I been right here for five minutes or five years?
I can't seem to move my feet, I can't breath
can't seem to leave this tree, can't believe it's not me

it should of been my likes, crucified with spikes
my wrists, cold as ice and lifeless
alone and silent, only mother crying
but instead that's what CHRIST did
came in human form, and was born and scorn by people in his likeness

despite this he made wrongs right, shed light
forever the blessed protector of my life, giver of sight
finally, one moves, then another, then another
I better take cover, cause thunder was hovering over
the suffering is over, so is the battle, now the curtian splits in two
JESUS I'll miss you...JESUS I'll miss you

I deserve the cross, but you knew it had to be this way
had it been me that day I would of said "take me away"
you could of said, "take me away, I don't want to stay,
take some other man on some other day. in some other way"
blood dwindled away,life withered away,noone else willing to pay

you could of said "GOD this hurts so much, this burden is so tough
I'm flirtin with death touch."
but you came, touched lives and died lonely
and you died lonely, just to smile on me

2,000 years later, your still debated, and your hated
invaded,and naked, and veined for the fakest
naysayers ashamed of their daily charade
they masqueraide, and dissarray and then parade you to feel safe

by saying your not able, and the bible is fable
they lable it as a faith brace for the wavering and unstable
saying your words are trite bits of written fiction
and that you existance was mythical,LORD that makes me bitter, i admit it

they call it hypocritical liturature
but the hypocrites the one that stare back at them in the mirror
each day on city pavements, they cast lots for your raiment
as though your slow death on the tree was an inadequite payment

amazing grace was elliminated from the equation
we're just a faceless nation, slowly becoming a waste land
but though the walls of the world crumble around me
i'll stay in the same place you found me, and pray that you surround me

you could of said, "take me away, I don't want to stay,
take some other man on some other day. in some other way"
blood dwindled away,life withered away,noone else willing to pay

you could of said "GOD this hurts so much, this burden is so tough
I'm flirtin with death touch."
but you came, touched lives and died lonely
and you died lonely, just to smile on me