Metal, plastic, wood and glass,

Are those your only goals?

Is your life filled with so much play.

With goals for things much higher and much faster?

Are you an expresser with pen and paper, paint and canvas,

Brick and stone, or music and song?

Where do your smiles come from?

Does your joy come from your toys?

Electric, wireless, and laser?

Perhaps your source of joy comes from

Some things you flaunt with pride,

When alone you truly know

What that pride really brings.

Internal shame so genuine

And worst of all eternal.

Before G-d you know it’s true

You have no way to hide.

Drugs, alcohol, and pills,

Along with all your media

May fill your nights and cloud your days.

With no way out in sight.

Your goals in life will one day end

Your influence will burn.

You grope for hope but none seems real.

Your only hope has no appeal.

Each day has turned into a month.

The years they speed on by.

It seems a fact.

G-d you do not know.

No knowledge of the Holy One,

No knowledge of his love.

You go through life

Without a source

Of love and peace and joy.

You see the news you hear the talk and every type of hype.

The cynics here.

The cynics there.

The cynics everywhere.

Flipping channels seeing preachers speaking so much stuff .

You do not like nor understand their way and less their manner.

You can’t relate you truly can’t,

You really can’t relate.

There is a key you just don’t have

However, one you need.

That key is one that you should know,

And it’s as close as close can be.

Those preachers words can really hurt,

But some can heal your life.

Are there issues in your heart

About your life so far?

You’ve come so far but even now

You know not where to go.

Here and there and everywhere

With meaning that escapes.

What have you gained what have you lost.

What have you now to boast?

If you are reeling through this life,

Today I have good news.

This news can bring you out

To also bring you in.

In to love and joy and happiness

That you have never known.

It’s a sell out and nothing less

That you will need to do.

The more you give the more you’ll get.

And now here comes the rest.

The Holy One of Israel is whom you must desire.

To know him in a personal way

And how much he truly cares.

You must acknowledge his own son,

Yeshua the Messiah.

A challenge I present to you,

A challenge I put forth.

To see who knows the Father best

You must proceed with truth.

Two viewings you must do

The verdict you can trust.

One Shabbat just wander in to a synagogue.

Whether reform, conservative or orthodox

For that just take your pick.

Be there before it starts and the last one out the door.

Record your thoughts your every thought

When back inside your car.

Remember now your goal right here

To proceed with truth.

To know

Yes, know

Who in fact

Knows the Father best.

One more Shabbat and it will come.

One Shabbat you must go

To A Jewish place indeed

A Messianic Jewish place.

This place will be filled with Jews

Who with their Goyim neighbors

Are happy to confess

The Holy One of Israel

And his own son, Yeshua.

Be there before it starts and the last one out the door.

Record your thoughts, your every thought when first inside your car.

The building should not matter,

Nor what is on the walls,

Only what you see in hearts

As they address the Father.

Words are fine and many good,

But faith you see goes farther

Than what you see

And what you hear

And preconceived ideas.

For faith is something that you can’t see, nor taste, nor feel or hear.

Faith is something of the spirit

Something in the soul.

Your verdict should be clear.

G-d you must want near.

What a difference it will make

To know the Son,

Yeshua.

G-d is real and it is clear

Your words he hears just fine.

It is to him that you should ask

To him you should inquire

To ask if this man, Yeshua.

Is truly the Messiah.