Two Points of Energy Sit on Your Tongue

I. Two Points of Energy Sit on Your Tongue

No matter how old you may be or how young,

Two points of energy sit on your tongue,

Offering choices: speak death or speak life.

Submit to God’s fire or the fire of strife.

Whether bitter or sweet, you have power today

To decide how to flavor the things that you say.

Do your words justify? Do they condemn?

Because you can’t turn a millstone to a gem.

Take, for example, Christ’s wilderness fast.

Forty days is how long this fast did last,

In which He was tempted to turn stones to bread.

But He turned the devil’s own words on his head.


II. Don’t Use Your Tongue’s Energy to Glorify satan

So, Satan changed tactics and promised Him power,

Declaring, “I’ll save you from your desperate hour.

With the right words you can save yourself from the cross.

Why should you, God’s own Son, suffer such loss?”

The devil said, “If you’ll adore me, I’ll give

To you all of these people. Yes, I’ll let them live,

While you enjoy fortune and revel in fame.

All you have to do is to worship my name.”

“To clarify what that means, Glorify me

For all that I’ve done and the misery you see.

Do not speak of victory won through your death.

Those people aren’t worth it, you’ll just waste your breath.”

“All I want is some credit for all that I’ve done.

For, it can’t be too hard to admit that I’ve won.

So, let’s talk about all of the problems I’ve caused,

With all of the suffering, all that’s been lost.”

“Sympathize with their grumbling, as I see fit,

And make them feel sorry for you, just a bit,

Because loving problems and talking of pain

Is the best way to glorify my evil name.”


III. Jesus Used His Tongue o Glorify satan

To thus misuse his tongue Jesus was tempted.

But the Father’s provision it would have preempted.

Yet how many of us today fall for this trick?

It’s packaged up pretty, but boy is it slick!

We fret and we worry ’bout each little task,

But the energy lies on our tongues if we’ll ask.

We mumble and grumble because we are bored,

But that needn’t be so if we’re serving the Lord.

Others of us, swallowed by circumspection,

Forget the great hope of our Lord’s resurrection.

While we might remember to lift up the cross,

We focus on suffering and count it as loss.


IV. Remember the Power of Christ’s Resurrection

But where is the joy that He purchased for us

When he rose from the dead? Oh, why do we still fuss?

He spoke to that mountain of death, and it moved.

To remember this victory it would us behoove.

So let’s not proclaim sadness or pity or shame,

But think about Jesus and lift up his name.

Talk of His victory, and ALL that He’s done,

ALL that He is, and ALL that He’s won.

For the tongue has the power of life and of death,

The power to give or to take away breath.

So rather than grumble or mourn or complain,

Let’s use our tongues to lift up Jesus’ name!


Healing Tunes and Downloads

I. You Need Healing Tunes


You need healing tunes and downloads in your head

Instead of songs that fill your mind with dread.

For some tunes clog your ears with so much junk,

They can get you in an uptight funk.

It’s because those passageways are all connected

In more ways than you may have suspected!


If suddenly you start to cough and sneeze,

Could it be because you heard the sick man wheeze

While belting out a song you dared to hear,

Even though it’s poison in your ear?

You need healing tunes and downloads in your head

Instead of songs that fill your mind with dread.


II. There’s Power in Praise


Healing tunes and violent tunes don’t mix.

But what do you do when you need a “fix”?

Perhaps you’re like a rabbit

Caught in a bad habit,

Jumping here and there,

Never getting anywhere.


If so, I’ve got to ask:


Have you been downloading “I” tunes

Given to you by the big goons?

If you say your ear’s been itch-in’,

And your senses, they’ve been twitch-in’


For a little bit of good news

That won’t make you blow some new fuse,

Then why not take your “old man” headset

And throw it where it’s sure to get wet?


Electrocute the devil’s bad scheme

By drowning it inside the cool stream

Of God’s pure and living Word,

The greatest healing tunes you’ve ever heard.


They’re based upon the One true rock

Whose truth has power to unlock

The greatest dreams within your soul.

He has the power to make you whole.


So, instead of twiddling your two thumbs,

Do something good for your eardrums.

If you don’t like the bitter speak,

Then learn to turn the other cheek


So you can hear God’s holy music.

Take the time now to infuse it.

Scorch your hell-on-wheels CD

Of digitized conformity


That’s always set on “me, me, me”

(they said it was a “great deal” freebee,

But it can cost you an eternity)

Why not instead, choose news that’s free?


Before your ears start spewing smoke

(Which may at first seem like a joke),

Pour heaven’s gold dust in your ear.

It clears the wax so you can hear.


Try listening to the angels cheer

And pretty soon your head will clear.

If you desire to be made well,

Then sing with heaven, stomp on hell.


It’s your decision. Don’t think twice,

But listen to your God’s advice.

Instead of fearing so much jeering,

Read the Word to help your hearing.


If you thank God for everything,

Then your sound bites will lose their sting.

It might not happen right away,

But comes through patience as you obey.


Although your flesh may want to riot,

You can teach it to be quiet

Through worship destined to impart

Tunes designed to heal your heart.


You Can’t Get Healed Through Greed

 The healed man had some clothes that he

  Had parted with reluctantly,

Although his wife had said with dread,

“I will not have them near my bed.”


But he had scoffed. “What could it hurt?

Behold this fabulous T-shirt!”

“I won it on the battlefield,

And think it makes a glorious shield!”

“In such bright goods I must invest.

Believe me, dear. It’s for the best.”


She pointed to his furry hat.

“Such headgear makes your face too fat.

If being healed is your desire,

Then throw those garments in the fire!”


“They are not harming anything.

Their praises I will gladly sing,”

Said Naaman, though he had no peace.

While he pursued a sure release

From his unsightly leprosy,

His wife refused to let him be.


“Those smelly things reek of disease.

Please toss them NOW. Set me at ease.”

“Ah, but I snagged them at a sale.

Over the crowds I did prevail.”


“It isn’t Christmastime,” said she.

“Stop stalling so pathetically.”

So, Naaman set out for the dump,

but he was feeling like a grump.

The prophet lived too far away.

To get there took him half a day.


He started knocking on the door.

“Important man here. Don’t ignore!”

“Just wave your hand and do the deed!

Heal me, prophet, with great speed!”


After a while, a messenger came.

Gehazi was the servant’s name.

“If you’d be healed,” he told the man,

“then you must heed my master’s plan.”


Now Naaman’s insides filled with wrath

when told that he must take a bath,

Not once, not twice, but seven times.

Was it to pay for all his crimes?


“That insult,” he said, “I can’t bear.”

“The idiot cap, then, you will wear,”

His servants said. “Would you be healed?”

So, from his back, his robe he peeled.

He took his shirt and vest off too,

And ere he plunged into the brew,


Removed his shoes and socks and pants

(His underwear was full of ants).

Then in the Jordan he did dip

His naked body. What a trip!

For, even though the cure was free,

It didn’t happen instantly.


But as the man bathed, he got healed.

That’s how he saw God’s will revealed.

His skin, now healed, was soft and clean.

In old clothes he would not be seen.


His servants brought him something new.

Meanwhile, what could rich Naaman do

About the clothes he said he’d ditch,

The ones his wife told him to pitch?


To bury them would not be fun,

Although the sad deed must be done.

Back to the prophet he must go,

Thank him with grace, and not be slow.

He told the prophet, “Your God’s real!

I’ll worship him now. He’s the deal!”


Somehow, he felt that he should pay

For his healing, without delay.

But God’s man said, “You’re healed for free!”

So, he departed joyfully


Yet with a giant load of dirt

For burying the hat and shirt

And all his other germy clothes.

He wouldn’t be caught dead in those!


The outfits, used, to him weren’t cool,

And yet they made Gehazi drool.

Elisha’s servant found a way

To “steal” the guy’s old clothes that day.


But Naaman’s clothes spread leprosy.

Gehazi caught it easily

And from it he could not get healed.

Through greed his fate had just been sealed.


Now, there’s a moral to this story:

One, you must respect God’s glory.

Also, if you have a need,

Do not resort to selfish greed.

(based on the story in II Kings chapter 5)

Why, God, Why?

“Why, God? Why did you do this to me?” Job wondered aloud as he sat cross-legged on the ground. The sores that covered him from head to toe were like tiny pricks of fire, and he was like a pin cushion. Ouch, ouch, ouch! He picked up a broken piece of piece of pottery, one small remnant of his shattered life, and scratched himself with it. His flesh was withered away. He looked like skin and bones. His breath was so bad, his wife wouldn’t come near him. To top it all off, he had a terrible case of post-traumatic stress disorder.

Thankfully, the story records, Job doesn’t curse God for his sickness or for the stress. However, he does blame God for it. Apparently, he doesn’t realize Satan is the source of his sickness. In Revelation 12:9-10, Satan is described as the “accuser of the brethren.” Not only does He accuse believers before God, but he also accuses God before believers. In Genesis chapter 3, the story of man’s fall, Satan is at work through the serpent, calling God a liar. He accuses Him of withholding good from Adam and Eve by forbidding them to eat of the knowledge of good and evil. I believe he also accuses God before Job, blaming Him for tragedies and sicknesses he himself caused.

Satan’s lies cause horrible pain, and it really gets to Job – so much so that he even goes so far as to curse the day of his birth. I don’t know about you, but he sounds a little suicidal. I can picture his friends holding their noses as they try to cheer him up, by insinuating that his nasty boils and bad odor are due to some horrific sin.

“God must be punishing you,” is basically what they tell him.

But Job insists he has done nothing to deserve punishment. In fact, in chapter 29, he boasts about all the good things he has done:

delivering the poor and the fatherless when they cried out, and those who had no one to help them (verse 12);

causing the widow’s heart to “sing for joy” (verse 13);

being “eyes to the blind” an “feet to the lame” (verse 15);

being a father to the poor (verse 16);

breaking the jaws of the wicked, and plucking the spoil out of his teeth (verse 17).

Job seems to feel that God has judged him unfairly. He is proud of all the good works he has done. What he fails to recognize in his discourse is that all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23).

“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast.” (Ephesians 2:8-9)

As Job continues to justify himself, one young man named Elihu is greatly disturbed by the lack of truth coming forth. He encourages everyone to stop speculating about why God has allowed Job to suffer and to consider God’s amazing power. He urges them to think about all the great things God has done.

“Suffer me a little, and I will shew thee that I have yet to speak on God’s behalf,” he tells them in Job chapter 36, verse 2. “I will fetch my knowledge from afar and will ascribe righteousness to my Maker.” (verse 3).

When Elihu is finished with his speech, God speaks to Job through a whirlwind. It is an encounter that brings Job to his knees. “I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth thee,” he tells the LORD. After Job prays for those friends of his who have not spoken the right thing about God, God restores what the enemy stole from him. He has twice as much as he had before. The latter end of Job’s life is more blessed at the beginning. Presumably, he is healed, for, after all, healing is a blessing.

So, what can we take away from this story? I believe that one thing can learn from it is this: It’s one thing to experience God’s healing power. It’s another thing to get to know the Healer, to see Him as He really is instead of basing your knowledge on hearsay. The best way to get to know God is by reading His Word, in a way that lets it to sink deep into your heart. If we want Him in our hearts, we must invite Him in.

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.” Revelation 3:20