‘VIA DOLOROSA’

STOP! Everyone gather up and listen

Rhema is back with a new dedication

The LORD is returnin’, so you better be aware

You wouldn’t want to be left behind, no you wouldn’t dare!

You better stop your actin’, you drama queen

When you’re left behind, you’ll be askin’ "Where have I been?"

Quit your hypocracy, you drama king

When with the choir of angels you should join and sing

The LORD is comin’ soon, says the book of Revelation

So savin’ souls in these last days should be the church’s mission

There’ll be 2 women in the house, 2 men on the roof-top

1 will be left behind, 1 will be taken up!

‘Rapture’ is about meetin’ Jesus in the sky

It ain’t about singin’ R. Kelly’s, ‘I believe I can fly’

Jesus is the door, so you better press the door bell

If you ain’t gonna’ doin’ that, you’re on your way to hell!

No one can escape God’s judgment, there are no two ways

So he who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says

For GOD so loved the world… read it for it is written

I don’t know about you, but His love sure has got me smitten

So what are you waiting for? Put your house in order!

Repent and turn away and be a born again believer

But how can this be? You Nicodemus’ ask in the night

Well it’s by the SPIRIT, and not by power nor by might!

So do not harden your hearts or you’ll be left behind

And a whole new meaning for persecution, you’ll have to define

For those left behind, do not take the mark at all cost

Or for eternity you’ll be separated from GOD, you’ll be lost

May this message become clear, may it ring true

Don’t be left behind….Don’t you say I didn’t warn you

"I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have the Holy Spirit’s power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made.

I am a disciple of Christ. I won’t look back, I won’t let up, I won’t slow down. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure.

I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colourless dreams, pained visions, worldly talking, cheap giving and dwarfed goals. I’m through.

I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, positions plaudits or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, top, recognised, regarded or rewarded. I live by faith, I lean in His presence, I walk by patience, I am uplifted by prayer, and I labour with the power of God.

My face is set. My gaze is fast. My goal is heaven. My road is narrow. My way is rough. My companions are few. My guide is reliable. My mission is clear. I cannot be bought, I will not be compromised.

I will not be detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. I will not flinch in the sight of sacrifice. I will not hesitate in the presence of the enemy. I will not pander at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won’t give up, shut up, let up - until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus.

I must go until He comes, give until I drop, preach until I’ve preached everything I know, and work until He stops me. And when He comes for me, He will have no problem recognising me. My banner will be clear."

Testimony of Zimbabwean Pastor (Martyred)

What a perfect day! What a perfect day!

What a perfect day You came into my life….

How Chris hates this 2-liner that I sing!

Not that my singing is all that bad. Not that he hates the lyrics nor the melody. What he does hate however, is the frequency in which I sing it. Can’t really blame him… what with my singing it every 2 minutes or so!

But how can I NOT sing it?? It was a Perfect Day when JESUS CHRIST came into my life! It was the day when He picked me up from the miry clay and placed my feet on solid rock!

But how can I NOT sing it?? When I cannot but agree with what the song writer says..

"O Happy Day! O Happy Day!

When Jesus washed, when Jesus washed all my sins away"

But how can I NOT sing it?? It was the day when His amazing Grace saved a WRETCH like me!!!!

It will be more terrible if I cease to sing it.

Oh well….. for now, Chris has to stuff his ears with cotton, I guess…