Expounder Ministries Radio Bible Teaching Outreach

Christian Poetry-By Greg Millhorn

                                                 THE APPLE’S SCENT


Once there was a rich man

The richest in our town

He always despised the poor

Upon them he looked down


One day a little fellow

Stopped him on his way

It was the same crippled boy

He passed by every day


The lad was selling apples

Just to make ends meet

The miser couldn’t spare a dime

On such an extravagant treat


The rich man noticed one day

The lad was no longer there

Someone told him he had died

And was in the Father’s care


That night the rich man died

And straight to hell he went

Somehow through the smoke and ash

He smelled the apple’s scent





There was a certain man

Going to church one day

Finding a penny on the ground

He thought to give away


This man would always give

To God and everyone

He was a generous man

Giving everything under the sun


At church the plate was passed

The penny was dropped right in

The usher saw the disgraceful act

And thought, what a sin


In anger the usher rebuked him

Telling everyone, give him the axe

The usher felt like such a fool

When he found out all the facts


Yes, a lesson was learned that day

And now I truly see

Never to judge anyone

Because the usher that day was me





The old work horse

Pulled the hearse along

Business is very good

Was the undertaker’s song


One man was born

Another man died

The undertaker watched

As the man’s family cried


Death is all around him

And he doesn’t care

But God will judge

Being Righteous and fair


Just worry about business

Was the undertaker’s plan

Having no interest

In the family of Man


Now the hearse has no driver

But the horse knows the way

And business is still good

The undertaker died today





Nothing but death

Was across the land

There were no righteous ones

To make a stand


The wickedness of man

Was out of control

Defiling his body

And destroying his soul


Lovers of darkness

Afraid of God’s light

Trying to hide

From His Holy sight


Given over to lust

And perverted thinking

Worshipping their idols

In fornication and drinking


Without caring or understanding

For the poor and his needs

God shall judge them

According to their deeds





Fruits of the Spirit

Are sown in love

It is what god desires

From Heaven above


Faithfulness and goodness

Also self-control

All from the garden

To enrich your very soul


When growing in real grace

And God’s mercy too

The Lord’s strength is yours

There’s nothing you can’t do


For he who plants peace

Will find exceeding joy

Founded on the Rock

That no man may destroy


God’s gentleness and kindness

Is waiting for us all

Jesus leads us to the garden

If we listen to his call





Crucify your flesh

And all it brings

Let His Spirit come forth

As a living spring


Don’t be discouraged

Then sin enters in

Just trust the king

You’ll always win


There are many things

We don’t understand

But love thy neighbor

That is His command


Be a righteous man

Never brag or boast

Be filled with Jesus

And the Holy Ghost


Remember my friends

Grace is for you

Only accept His love

You’ll be saved too





In these last times

When days are dark

Murder is running free

To trample life’s spark


The innocent are slain

And the guilty go free

Standing up for justice

Is how it should be


When someone is troubled

Give him your hand

Show them the right path

On solid ground you’ll stand


Be bold for the Lord

At the same time be meek

Humility is taken for weakness

Strength can turn the other cheek


Let the greatest among you

Be the servant of all

Straight up to the Father

None need not fall





O’ wicked Babylon

How long will you stand

Before the Lord chastens you

With His mighty hand


You mock God’s Holiness

And shed innocent blood

As in the days of Noah

Before God sent the flood


Your Government is corrupted

And out of control

Living for greed and lust

Ready to sell it’s soul


Murder and violence

Is the order of the day

Your people do not care

If it stays or goes away


If you forsake the Lord

You must accept your fate

O’ wicked Babylon

Your hour is getting late