Countless children orphaned,
At the hands of injustice and war,
Victims of mankind’s lust and greed,
While we’re busy at play and ignore,
But Christ watches over and weeps,
At the plight of the helpless and poor,
Will we show them His love, grace and mercy?
Or ignore their knocks on our door?
Mark Tinjum – 2015
We heap praise on him and marvel,
When a man jumps four feet high,
And barely acknowledge the existence,
Of the God who made earth, sea and sky.
We heap praise and give glory to mortal men,
Who can briefly defy the earth’s gravity,
While we stiff arm away the only One,
Who can save us from sin and depravity.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
One minute men may love you,
The next they may cast a stone,
One minute you may be toast of the town,
The next you may stand all alone,
One minute you may have world in your hand,
The next one nothing to hold,
One minute you may be a free man,
The next one your life may be sold,
One minute you may feel invincible,
The next one defeated and lost,
One minute you may be safe and secure,
The next may be tempest tossed,
One minute you may be the picture of health
The next you may draw your last breath,
So in the next minute I earnestly pray,
Call on Christ who saves sinners from death.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
Some invest in stocks and bonds
Others stockpile real estate,
Some tie their fortunes to this fleeting world
Along with their lives and fate.
Some squirrel and horde earthly wealth
Clinging to it with all their might,
Some can’t get it off their troubled minds
And worry about it all through the night.
Some scheme, some dream and others steal
In an effort to get further ahead,
Some hope to land the ultimate deal
Or inherit wealth from the dead.
Some think that just a little more
Would cure all earthly woes,
“Cash is king” the masses sing
As the well worn saying goes.
But the wealthiest Man to ever live
Had no earthly home nor a bed,
He had no comfortable nest like the birds
To rest His weary head.
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