The Choice

There's nothing made by man in heaven
But the scars in the Master's hands
Perhaps we should consider that
As we go about making plans.

The very best that man can do,
When all has been said and done
Is to find a way to show our love
To God's only begotten son.

God starts us off with a garden
Soon spoiled by man, what a pity
As our hearts began to harden
Wasn't long until man built a city.

For the next 4.000 years
We turned our backs on our Creator
Through trials, tribulations, and times
Thinking we could find something greater.

When the time was at hand,
There came a chance for a new beginning
God came down to earth as a man
But man simply chose to keep on sinning.

He was lifted up on a cross
All we did was crucify him
But God didn't deem it a loss
He reached down to glorify him.

Some men saw the light—his power, his might
Some realized what he had done
He had given his life, but had won the fight
And a new journey had begun.

Next time it won't be a garden
But a city not made by man
A city called New Jerusalem
Where sin won't be able to stand

For some, a celestial choir
Some will lay their crowns at his feet
For some just darkness and fire
The clap separated from wheat

It's hard for me to imagine
That some people still need to decide
Where they will spend eternity.
In fact, I'm quite mystified

Instead of walking in the shadow of Adam's shame
Marked by death and under a curse
They too can just call upon Jesus' name
On the Creator of the Universe

Be a part of the redeemer's plan
And all they'd have to do is believe
Accept that He paid for the sins of man
Repent, confess and prepare to receive

There would be no confusing rituals
No hoops they would have to jump through
"Whosoever will"—call upon Jesus' name
Like me, can be set free too!

Hallelujah!

He is our Lord, our all and all,
Our god, there is none greater
In Jesus' name, we can just call
On our Father, on our creator.
Amen!

Gary Field

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Three Nails

As our Lord was led
To Calvary's Hill
To what would soon
Be hallowed ground

Up in Heaven
It seemed
That time stood still
As the angels
Gathered around

As the scene
Continued to unfold
Though they could not
Understand it

They knew
That this had been foretold
This was the way
That God had planned it

It would take three nails on Calvary
On that fateful day
Three nails on Calvary
To wash our sins away

But those angels who stood watching,
Weeping, fighting back the rage
God kept them from leaping
Kept them from that center stage

'Cause this was planned from the beginning
This was how it had to end
To remove that curse from sinning
So man could be born again

It would take three nails on Calvary
On that fateful day
Three nails on Calvary
To rip that veil away

One nail was of mercy
One nail was of grace
One nail for the Gift of God
Who died there in your place

But those angels who stood watching,
Weeping, fighting back the rage
God kept them from leaping
Kept them from that center stage

'Cause this was planned from the beginning
This was how it had to end
To remove that curse from sinning
So man could be born again

It would take three nails on Calvary
On that fateful day
Three nails on Calvary
'Cause there was hell to pay

One nail for the body
One nail for the soul
One nail for the spirit
Satan tried to control

One nail was for the man you were
One for who you now can be
That third nail put to death the curse
That third nail set you free

Yes it took three nails on Calvary
On that fateful day
Three nails on Calvary
To wash our sins away

Three nails on Calvary
To rip the veil away
Three nails on Calvary
'Cause there was hell to pay


Now you hold those nails my friend
And I pray you understand
That you would have a choice to make
Was a part of that plan

And those angels who stood watching
Now wonder what you'll do
Once again they're watching
Only this time watching you

With those three nails from Calvary
Will they wash your sins away
Those three nails from Calvary
Will they rip the veil away

Those three nails from Calvary
Yes they're in your hands today
They're in your hands today
They're in your hands today

Words and music: Gary Field; Annotation: Matthew Swinford
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Guide my hand

by Gary Field

Though my 3 fingers hold the pen,
I pray God that you guide my hand-
To help me touch the hearts of men,
That they may come to understand.

Your boundless mercy and amazing grace
That they may know your peace-
And in you find a resting place
Where fruitless worries would all cease.

Help me find a way to impart,
The joy I've found as I've kneeled-
And your word, hidden in my heart,
May through my writing be revealed.

Not my words, Father God, but yours,
May be planted and then take root-
And that your spirit opens doors,
So those words may then bear fruit.

I pray you use me as you will,
And that your perfect will be done-
That your Holy Spirit may instill,
The means to glorify your Son.

I've poured your word into my spirit,
And meditated upon each line-
That I may both fear and revere it,
As a spiritual gold mine.

It's riches, which are beyond compare,
Must be declared to this generation-
So I pray God that I may share,
The great hope of my salvation.

Your Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ,
The only hope for a sin sick soul-
For which he gladly sacrificed,
His love- so that we may be made whole.

I'll hold the men, God guide my hand,
That your truth may flow freely-
According to your perfect plan,
I pray God, that you may use me.

Amen

Gary Field
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Signs of the Times

  
This poem effectively captures the spirit of the age.

Signs of the Times

 Each time we turn on the evening news,
Our stress levels can begin to rise-
As images of a world gone mad, abuse
Our sensibilities, and assault our eyes.

And yet, as in the days of Noah,
People just running to and from-
As punch drunk as Rocky Balbao,
Trying to shake off another blow.

If the "Signs of the Times" wore neon lights,
Perhaps then they would get our attention-
Or revelation reduced to sound bites,
Labeled "Time for an intervention."

Well we've got wars and rumors of wars,
And those earthquakes in divers places-
The devil roars while the world ignores,
The "Signs of the Times" flashed in our faces.

Yet some "Gospel of Prosperity"
Is what seems to be filling the pews-
And so many of us just refuse to see
That "Revelations" on the evening news.

Can we be so blind that we cannot see,
The handwriting is there on the wall-
And what's unfolding is prophecy,
"Let those who stand take heed lest they fall."

Well there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth,
On a day when it's least expected-
For those who chose the path of disbelief,
By whom the Word of Truth was rejected.

Now I know I'd be much more popular
If I wrote things people wanted to hear-
Or if I chose to hold a seminar,
With words catered to the itching ear.

But it's not me that's being rejected,
It's all plainly written there in the book-
The word of God is being neglected,
Perhaps it's time we all took another look.


Below is the poet's blog address if you wish to read more writing by him.

Gary Field MO53398 Okeechobee C.I Okeechobee, Fl. 37972.
www.betweenthebars.org/blogs/1398.