The Evils of Halloween

How can folks so blatantly tamper with fire?

And play with the devil which will cost them dire;

So lavishly, many will go buy his toys

Around Halloween time, for their girls and boys.

They put Satan’s toys into innocent hands –

His holiday, celebrate, on peer’s demand:

But Halloween only doth celebrate death,

Where Satan midst rituals takes blood and breath.

The dark cauldrons smolder on Hallowed Eve’s night,

As Satan’s trained cohorts seek power and might –

Midst ash, blood, and bones where the flesh stench is vile,

The demons are summoned from out of this pile.

The year’s darkest day is on Halloween night,

When innocent victims are bound in death’s plight –

Just hear children crying in pain, blood and fear,

As death’s bloody sacrifice looms ever near.

As lambs to the slaughter they give up their life,

While Satan wreaks havoc in blood-flowing strife;

His pawns would believe that “true power they gain,

As death swirls around them midst demons and chains.”

Perversions run rampant in Satan’s vile name,

While innocent victims are used, crushed and shamed –

Their bodies defiled and hearts shattered in pain,

As at their expense Satan plots ruthless gain.

We must not sit idle midst doom, death and night,

But through Jesus Christ we must shine forth His light –

Beam forth hope and help for survivors in need,

That all works of darkness be vanquished indeed!

The devil would have us to idly sit by,

To shut ears and hearts to the victims’ pained cry,

To discount the truth of his horror-filled deeds,

So that his deceptions and deaths can proceed.

We must just be willing to hear them all out,

With never a judgment, a harsh word or doubt:

For they need a place that is safe, filled with love

So that they by Christ can be healed from above.

- Keturah 

Sufferings Bring Out Gold

While trav’ling through this world below

There will be suffering, pain and woe,

But we need never to lament

Though life is wounded, bruised or bent.

For God can take the greatest pain,

Which suffering brings, and make a gain;

It never needs to be a waste:

For its encompassed by His grace.

Our sufferings are but moments brief,

Though in time’s flash there’s no relief:

For up in glory we shall know

The “whys” of suffering, here below.

For pain and suffering brings out gold,

Revealing treasures so untold;

It can exalt God’s endless grace,

As we midst pain His love embrace.

When Jesus Christ is by our side

We can rejoice though pain has cried:

For He will carry safely through,

With everlasting arms so true!

So don’t despair midst pain intense:

For God’s rich grace is so immense;

It bears eternal riches rare,

Which as joint-heirs, with Christ we’ll share!

- Keturah

Don't Quit, My Friend

Don’t quit when the tears are falling:

For there’s joy around the bend;

Don’t quit when the grief engulfs you:

For sufficient grace God sends!

Don’t quit when in waves you’re sinking:

For the Lord keeps you afloat;

Don’t quit when the sails are rending,

For Christ pilots still your boat!

Don’t quit when the dark surrounds you:

For God’s light of love shines near;

Don’t quit midst attack or warfare:
For the Victor, Christ is here!

Don’t quit when a soul rejects you:

For your Father cannot fail;

Don’t quit when that sting is mounting,

For `tis Christ Who sets your sail!

Don’t quit midst affliction’s anguish:

For the Great Physician’s near;

Don’t quit, though the road seems cheerless-

There’s a diamond in each tear!

Don’t quit in the thick of battle:

For the vict’ry is ahead-

Don’t quit in the field of wounded:

For they need you, ere they’re dead!

Don’t quit at this stage of travel:

For the finish line we see;

Don’t quit my dear friend forever:

For we’re near eternity!

- Keturah

Where Are My Shepherds?

Where Are My Shepherds?

Ezekiel 34:1-16

“Just where are My shepherds?” says Lord God of hosts,

“Why do many lambs roam alone coast to coast?

The sick and diseased are not strengthened or healed,

But often lay dying in some lonely field.

“Why have ye not cared for My own wounded sheep?

Who have survived terrors out in the dark deep,

Ye have not bound up all the broke and abused,

But with cruel force they are ruled and accused.

“With beasts of the field these are all scattered hence,

Without love or safety midst judgments immense;

They wander alone with no shepherd to care –

No loving hands bind up the wounds that are there.

“They’re rather thrust out in the merciless cold,

Restricted from ever to enter the fold:

For sheep that are wounded you’ve kept at arms length,

Ignoring the power of My will and strength.

But I will require My flock at your hand

Regardless what wounds you may not understand:

For I have called you to give safety and care –

To shepherd My flock, and the wounded ones there.

“Behold, even I, will go search out and seek

My flock that’s been scattered, the wounded and weak,

The lost will I bring and those driven away,

And bind up those broken on dark cloudy day.

“For I am the Lord, and for all My sheep care,

Nor will I exclude any wounded ones there:

For they’re just as loved as the fat and the strong,

Although they’ve been scattered and treated so wrong.

“So where are My shepherds who care for My flock?

Who are they in love that with wounded ones walk?

For I want My sheep brought to healing divine,

To feed in safe pastures where My love doth shine!”