O LORD, You’ve seen the eyesore guide me— mistaken glory strutting like an idol. You’ve heard the swelling praises pride me into fantasies beyond my title. You’ve seen the fallen angels ride me like soldiers guiding horses out to fight. You’ve heard the shrieks the monster cried me— deriding, whining, striking for my rights. You’ve […]
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Winter to spring to summer in a blur of tedium and tears, but then the timid, swelling glow of light against stale night. I forgot about the fireflies.
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Good Shepherd of my doubting heart, remind me of Your grace in guiding me in righteousness unto this grassy place. There is no lightning in Your heart to turn and strike me dead, but streams of Living waters to refresh my soul instead. Your glory is the care You take for errant, helpless sheep. And […]
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Tread carefully the underside of dawn where claw-like brush snatches at your feet, where ghosts of deeds long dead still haunt, and monsters stalk, ravenous for meat. The darkness crawls like spiders for your soul, to catch and wrap you deftly in its lies. Beware the fangs that draw the life out, whole; and do […]
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I am a crooked line; I do not like to measure. I know that calculated work is fine, but is there not a finer pleasure, rolling out like frayed twine?
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Hatred cast its eyes on Him— scheming minds of threatened men, armed with lies and aimed to kill. (Anything for glory!) They led Him like a thief to trial, bound Him like a lamb for slaughter. He bowed His head and bent His knee but not to them. The devil, man, and death together mocked […]
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Take heart, dear souls, you exiles of the Fall and banished from God’s presence by your sins! The Lord has stretched out His almighty arm— salvation’s Word resounding from the throne, declared in muted tones for human ears, His spitting image put to fragile flesh. The Son has taken up the Father’s will and borne […]
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Turn your brain down in the shower or you’ll be there for an hour, and your thoughts, though bright and soaring, will not reach the water bill’s flooring nor crest the tidal waves of hate crashing as you pull in late— another battle lost in rhyme to your nemesis—Time.
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Still expecting winter, I found a violet in the moss.
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I dream in 40-point, italic font of all I long to give to You— the One who loves me most. I type my aims into reality— or so I try, but everything is paper jams and out-of-inks— a mangled, tear-smudged page of faint, illegible, ugly-colored words— not the marvel You deserve. My fingers hesitate to […]
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