Category Archives: Poems

But Then the Rain Came

Running along the pace set in

meters to kilometers, feet to miles

muscles pulling oxygen from each breath

your mind is focused, and your heart is steady pumping

but then, then rain came

From where it came, you do not know

as if from tempest far off, it has come straight for you

Do you give up, do you turn back?

Or do you seek shelter in determination to reach your goal?

Press on, run the race, until there is no strength or breath from Him received

For the race you run is not your own

But with purpose you were created and so shall you run!

Command and Control

I am not the master of my sea

I am not the captain of my ship

The courage to sail is not from within me

The mast and oar have no strength

Yet the journey is His joy and command

For His glory the moorings were destroyed and the harbor of my desire is lost

Onward in His hands I sail

To a shore lined with glory by and by


Copyright 2021, Johnathan Sexton, All rights reserved

Straws, Grasping and the Man

There will be many seasons in a man’s life when the normal seems too ordinary. The new seems extraordinary, and the heart is unsearchable.

What then does a man do?

Does he seek the council of the wise or test and learn, simply to despise the failure from which he has learned so much.

Let it not be so.

Trying and failing is a triumph in courage. Loved and lost and all, it seems.

Try and try again is the motto of a man in his season of life with restless fallow field.

Press on, plow in, break dirt and let the seed be stored for tomorrow.


Copyright © Johnathan Sexton and OneChristianMan.com 2020


Autumn

What beauty,
these late colors upon the tree

How the leaves blaze

Surely this is their splendor
The most vibrant and full of life

How the colors pop off the canvas of the sky
It brings gladness to me
For God has given us a sign

Yet what’s this I see
The leaves dropping here and there
Is not this the pinnacle of their grandeur?

Oh the height of their beauty is the beginning of their end
For only a short time God waits for their purpose is for Him

Lord let my last breath and final purpose be as the leaves are to this tree
To return to you my best showing
And then quickly return to thee

I Will Let Down the Nets

We have clues that the fish are here. They should be here, it’s fertile water with plenty. The waves are calm and there have been fish before at these depths at this time of year.

Throw out the nets and be prepared for the catch. What reason would there be for anything other than success.

Let the nets settle in and posture yourself for the pull, it’s going to be a heavy and laborious haul. Pull! Catch them all, don’t let any swim free, close up the net!

But nothing is there. The net has no tug except from its own weight and drag. The net itself is the only burden, dragging up through the water. The fish were not there.

Surely we simply missed and we’ll just slightly move and try again. And again we try and try again. Until we’ve worked all night and caught nothing but despair.

Whose voice is telling you to cast your nets? And will you obey? For when Jesus is the captain the fish will swim your way.

Simon answered and said, “Master, we worked hard all night and caught nothing, but I will do as You say and let down the nets.” When they had done this, they enclosed a great quantity of fish, and their nets began to break; so they signaled to their partners in the other boat for them to come and help them. And they came and filled both of the boats, so that they began to sink.
Luke 5:5‭-‬7 NASB