Trust God


© 1997, 2019 Tim Lehmann

All rights reserved

I’ve gone through many changes over the years,

Mountains and valleys, laughs and tears.

Walking with God and heading His voice,

Going alone, making my own choice.

I’m prone to forget when times are down,

He still loves me and grace will abound.

Then I remember all that He has done,

And the freedom for me that He has won.

Often times I’ve heard him say,

“It’s not me who’s gone away”.

He lets me know that He’s still near,

Despite myself, He holds me dear.

When I act up and play the fool,

As if I were the deceiver’s tool,

He’s still my Father from above,

Chastening me with His love.

Hear these words I’ve tried to say,

Whenever you are tempted to stray.

Hold them always within your heart,

It‘s not God who chooses to depart

God’s Bard


© Tim Lehmann 1997, 2019

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Telling stories, the art of the bard

A task to devote all of one’s time

Putting words to meter and to rhyme

Simplifying ideas that once were hard

This talent God gave me so long ago

I kept buried in my soul so deep

Knowing for sure that it would keep

Now to uncover it and let it grow

“To the world my message you must give

Write all that to you I will say

This you must do without any delay

For I long that they all would live”

Some of the verse He gives me direct

Words to my heart like fingers on a stone

Plain and Clear to me they are known

Yet often the meaning I must inspect

But often I feel the most gentle emotion

God’s wondrous and most holy love

As a soft, warm breeze from above

These thoughts I write with avid devotion

So now out into the world I walk

The alleys and dens, the ghettos of fear

Knowing that my God is always near

Speaking to all without having to talk

Telling the world Jesus died for them

On Calvary’s cruel hill that drear day

For the world‘s sins He did pay

And that He will soon come back again

Some will listen, some will hear

The words of a bard, verse and rhyme

Maybe if they are given the time

A few will hold God’s word dear

Glorious Resurrection Story

Glorious Resurrection Story

© 1998, 2019 Tim Lehmann

There is a story that I need to tell,

It is a tale that we all know well.

A story of suffering, pain, and misery,

Straight from the pages of history.

In the beginning God saw man’s fall,

Satan’s attempt God’s plan to stall.

In the third chapter a plan He gave,

A way that mankind He could save.

Logos; Word; Jesus; Only begotten Son

Had to give His life; He was the One.

A criminal’s death, hanging on a tree,

Stripped bare, for all the world to see.

On His head they placed a crown of thorns.

He was made to hear the people’s scorns.

Each ragged breath an agonizing strain,

The long hours dragged on in pain.

Through all this He blamed no one,

For He indeed was God’s own true Son.

“Crucify him” was the slogan that day,

“Father, forgive them“ He was heard to say.

At last it was over, His earthly life done,

There was even darkness covering over the sun.

God tore the curtain of the temple in two

To show that the time now was new.

After three days they went to His grave,

Solace and consolation they craved.

Only to find it stark, empty and bare,

The Crucified One they found no where!

Jesus our Savior had risen that day

And gone to the Father to pave our way.

Sing Alleluia; Shout Glory to God!

Upon the serpent‘s head He has trod.

A sinless life laid down in love,

The greatest gift from God above.

The Son now rules at His right hand,

Over sea and earth, throughout the land.

Now the story has again been told,

From the pages of history ancient and old.

Hear these words, hold them in your heart,

The Glorious Resurrection can give you a new start

© 2019 Tim Lehmann. All rights reserved.

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