Pour it out

The Alabaster Bottle

He is the precious one

The anointed Lord

I pour it out

Yes pour it all out

Needless you count the cost

I have already spent it all

You need must understand

Christ has paid the full price for my death

Not counting the many sacrifices

Trust me there is no perfume

Too expensive to lavish on this man

He is far too worthy

A portion just will not do.

That's the reason for the broken bottle

So I will pour it all out

Again I heard you over there exclaimed

It is indeed too costly

But oh what a difference it would have been

If you were there, when I was wounded.

Yes wounded and left to die

Christ was the one who came along and healed my brokenness.

Forsaken by friends and cultures

He became my great confidant

Yes buffeted by the famous in the halls

Of fame He gave me honor.

Rejected by society Christ accepted me as I was.

Despised by the rich, He received

And provided for me.

Attack by the enemy He protected me

When I was condemned to die, He stepped in as my judge

Oh yes unable to defend myself amongst

The elite in society, He became my advocate.

Sick, broken, weary and wounded, He healed my body

Safe my soul then baptized and makes me whole

Friends stop and think for a moment,

There is no need for concern over the broken bottle.

Remember even the merchant took my money, in the purchase of the alabaster bottle of oil.

And for those following Him I heard some

Exclaimed it is indeed to expensive

Yet I dare not heed their concerns

For this man has done for me

What no one else could?

Gazing upon His fair countenance

Transcend all of earth’s beauty.

Basking in His presence is

Treasures beyond all measures.

Earth's diamond cannot be

Compare with His beauty.

Forgive me if you do not understand,

What this man has done for me?

Oh yes having a lover like this in an everlasting relationship,

Showing me kindness beyond my wildest dreams. 

Friend he is a savior without limits

Worshiping at His footstool transcends all earthly honors.

My, oh my smelling His sweet aroma surpasses all of the  

Fresh fragrances, taken from earth's finest gardens.

Friend's I hope by now you have seen why

I His daughter, have no reason for wit holding the bottle

Yes this precious alabaster bottle,

Knowing too well He will return to me

Measures pressed down, shaken and running over.

Therefore with share delight I pour it all out,

Yes pour it all out, on this true lover,

The delightful Master and savior

He who deserved the full bottle of oil

And so again I say I pour it out, I pour it out

For all that He has done for me.

I pour it out

Pour it out

Yes pour it out

For my master, lover and King

The Fire

Friends Hell is hot.

In the cool of the day hell is hot.

No freedom to be found in the heat of the night

Behold Satan standing in the dark between life and death without a blink

Watching souls been snatched away by the unquenchable flames.

Belief it or not there is a connection between the 2

Watch the burning flames engulfing men in the quest

It’s not hard to see the

Destruction as the striking inferno

Unleashed each blow upon humanity

For hell is indeed a very hot melting pot

Yes hell is very hot

Wow hell is indeed really, very hot.

Just one glimpse into hells dilemma reveals its complexity.

Friends I’m telling you hell is the place of hot furry

Its catastrophe caught my attention within its perplexity.

Moving at the speed of light the fear heightened

Being mindful of the plight, to get out of the travesty

The fires furry had me grasping

Coming face to face where Satan Vest.

Hell is indeed a very hot melting pot.

Yes hell is very hot

Wow hell is indeed really, very hot.

Like flashing lightening I moved out of there, realizing

Satan is on a rampage rounding up sinners,

Like a stampede moving out of control

Knowing that eternity is coming and hell is not full

Yes, friends, with hell gone wild,

Satan running out of time

Millions upon millions of souls

Trying to get off hell’s bandwagon,

Now realizing that Hell is indeed a very hot melting pot.

Yes hell is very hot

Wow hell is indeed really, very hot.

Satan is hell bent

Trying to have us all annihilated

Hell eternal damnation unable to escape.

Yes hells burning inferno is awaiting humanity.

That’s why I stop by just long enough

Yes to let you all know that hell is hot

In hell there is no water running to quench one’s thirst

Brother’s hell is a hot inferno

Sisters I am telling you,

Once more hell is hot.

Hell is indeed a very hot melting pot.

Yes hell is very hot.

Wow hell is indeed really, very hot.

Mothers the pangs of hells terrors

Are far worse than that of

The travailing pain during child’s-birth.

Aristocrats there is no air conditioner running in hells

Burning fire to keep you cool.

Folk’s make the effort sure to escape hells fire

Its consuming flame is unquenchable

Hell is indeed a very hot melting pot

Yes hell is very hot

Wow hell is indeed really, very hot.

Very hot.

Very hot.

Very,very hot.

Gone too soon is what they say

Gone too soon is what we say

Gone just in time is what the Master say

Some might have trusted you

Others may show mere concern,

While many just oblige but for us you was the rock.

And deep on the inside we love you dad

Gone in your prime we might say and why we do not know.

Yet there is one who looks, sees and understands.

To him alone your time did truly come.

As we whisper among ourselves we can hear you speaking

That there is still work to be done sons, get to the task.

The vineyard is still there and much sewing to be done.

Daddy we cannot fill your shoe.

But with pride we put them on, to carry on where you left off.

Knowing that the task is hard and the laborers’ are few.

Gone too soon for us is how we feel daddy dear.

Gone too soon is what they say.

Yet you have walked a road in our lives that no one else could.

You thought us right from wrong and led by integrity

You have walked the path with determination and grace.

Often times we stumble and almost fall, but you kept us in line.

Looking back you were the one to keep us all in check.

We mourn your lost, celebrate your parting

But your memories true will linger with us always.

Gone too soon we have heard many say.

And as we reflect daddy we believe you have done your best,

Now resting in the arm, of the one who loves your best.

 Saying my son you have run the race now receive the trophy.

Gone too soon we have heard many say

Your race is finish son now let them carry on

For gone too soon from this world is what they think,

But gone just in time is what the Father says.

Gone too soon, yes gone too soon.

September 28, 2015

Pastor Wilson & Family