Oh, Lord, please strip the darkness from the night; and dull the blade of bitter-sworded wrongs and pulverize the teeth of terror’s bite and mend the wounded heart with Heaven’s songs. Scrub off despair from where the hope burnt out and lift away a thousand pounds of loss and clear the grey from riddled days […]Read more "A Prayer for Grace"
The rain laughs and plays like crickets jumping puddles, happy in the storm.Read more "Rain Crickets"
The fog and the frost, the moonlight at morning— read the signs in the exile’s adorning— all is not lost.Read more "The Fog and the Frost"
The land is cursed— this desiccated earth stripped of life and cracking— the sun, a fire from the sky the seas and rivers, all run dry. I can feel the lacking in the cup You drank of dearth. And yet I do not thirst.Read more "Living Water"
Long ago, the promise came to a man and woman wrung from their first grasp of evil. Justice, yes, but mercy’s flame flickered brightest in the words the Wronged Sovereign gave. He Himself would take our frame— the Maker knit together in a virgin’s womb. Angels at His birth proclaimed hope for all the earth […]Read more "Yahweh Saves"
While at His greatest work, His mercy stitching ancient words into reality, preparing the way age by age for the sunrise from on high, the salvation of His people, the hope of mankind— the LORD also lifted the life-grief of one barren woman whom He loved.Read more "The God of Elizabeth"
Cozy— the world tucked in under blue-grey wool. Shiny— the street light swimming in puddles. Charming— all the little footsteps of the rain wandering east.Read more "A Rainy December Evening"
Oh Lord, I thank you for the wild winds that seem to speak the language of my heart— my native tongue before the English words were pinned to almost everything. They speak— the gusts—the bursts of joy—in every rush. They tell the lifeless leaves to dance the streets, and so they do! They speak of […]Read more "Giving Thanks for the Wind"
You hang on, feet trampled, fingers cramped, gripping life. You wring your insides for every last bit of will. You hold yourself at gunpoint to perfection. You reconstruct your face until it smiles. You castigate the pain with one-verse theology. You lock up grief in reasons that don’t fit. You plaster murder words you don’t […]Read more "Pseudo-strength"
He built His church upon the earth where fires kill and demons rage. He tried His words and proved their worth in humble men of every age. He spread His kingdom everywhere though kings of men forbade Him come. He crushed the serpent and his snares and brought His outcast servants home. He gave Himself […]Read more "He Built His Church"