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Exhortation Verse

by Raydene Nash

Within the Promised Land are giants tall,
God's spies appear like hoppers in the grass.
Not unlike them, we need to heed the call
To claim His land in prairie, vale, and pass.
Inherent to our views of Canaan fair
Are grapes the size of pomegranates grown,
Then Rahab, harlot on the wall who'd dare
To hide the spies although she was well-known.
She from the window hung the scarlet cord,
And when the armies marched around the walls,
She, Rahab, and her family knew the Lord's
Salvation, watching Jericho's walls fall.
The house of Rahab stands unto this day,
We know Him as the Truth, the Life, the Way.

Christ's own was Mary Magdalene so fair.
It's said she poured expensive spikenard
Upon His feet to wash with tears and hair
In front of Pharisees self-righteous, hard,
Who disrespected Jesus for her deed.
Disciple Judas judged this to be waste,
Though everywhere the poor a Savior need.
When Judas did our Lord betray with haste,
She, Mary Magdalene, wept at His grave.
Set free from seven evil spirits, she
Loved much and knew how much the Lord forgave.
She was the first our risen Christ to see.
Although a woman more looked down upon,
The age of grace she witnessed at its dawn.

We all have got a Promised Land to gain,
Remember that you need to count the cost
In case by cares of life you are way lain.
With Christ the giants there you can accost,
And Rahab does know faith when you've your cross.
Deny yourself, you don't need accolade.
Your earthly credits you need count but loss
For Jesus' sake, and not for selfish laud.
They hated Jesus, some will hate you, too,
He'd nowhere safe to lay His head to sleep.
Now don't look back, your past you can't undo,
When forward we are marching to His keep.
At Jesus' soon return, from the four winds
His hosts will gather those whose lamps are trimmed.

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