Overwhelming physical pain… lack of sleep… emotional weakness… mental exhaustion… sadness and despair everywhere.
Weeping for the children crying, hungry, sick and daily dying.
Fathers and mothers discouraged from trying.
Hatred filled people killing; warring nations!
Hearts and spirits losing sanity; forlorn.
Who can help them, when all from them is torn?
Rigid people who expound the name of Christ,
Too busy wasting time on matters of the world.
When the lost and weak need the love of Christ shown and told.
Too many church goers wearing blinders on their hearts
Too many Christians waiting for a leader to help the broken
Too many Christians living lives; nothing more than a token
A token, sadly speaking, for the hatred rages on
Waging protests and challenging others; “they don’t think my way”
My prayer is that the Creator of the Universe; the Father to us all
Would singe the conscience of ones who are disobedient…
After all, the Savior Jesus was sent for one purpose
To bring peace; release from sin’s penalty.
Jesus wasn’t crucified to change the government of the day
He died, He shed His blood so anyone could call upon His name
Repent and be reborn; becoming more like Him and less like the self
But I see too much putting the “commands” and example of Christ on the shelf.
Oh bitter tears; broken hearts and wounded souls…
Overwhelming physical pain… lack of sleep… emotional weakness… mental exhaustion… sadness and despair everywhere! ©Streim
My youngest brother, Tygen Lee Coad, passed away Thursday morning from congestive heart failure and acute renal failure. He was only 57 years old. He was one of those I describe above.
During his last hours of lucidity, he spoke to my oldest brother on the phone and said he asked Jesus to forgive him of his sins. Finally, we knew he was ready…
Tygen was a big guy, I used to tease him about looking like Jessie Ventura (the wrestler), however he had a uniquely gentle heart. He loved cats and Christmas! He had one beautiful blue eye and one light brown eye. He was known by the name Ty to most his friends and clients. Tygen was adventurous in his work. After being diagnosed with severe sleep apnea, he started his own business in San Antonio creating elaborate “cat towers”. Quite often the towers were made-to-order for professional basketball players, football players and media people.
He will be missed much by his only son Tygen Lee Coad, Jr., two grandchildren, my other two younger brothers Bob and Skyler, myself and numerous nieces and nephews. Rest baby brother… and I will never forget your laugh!
Ecclesiastes 3:4 “…A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance;”