With His Wounds We Are Healed

We stumble, bleeding from our wounds, weak from loss. We carry damaged hearts—throbbing arrhythmias—pain, pain, and numbness, pain, numbness, numbness, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain… We run, racing our overprotective minds to safety—to darkness. We hide, we shield, we bandage, but the wounds are infected. We cannot heal ourselves. Oh Jesus, Lord of all, who […]

Well Acquainted with Grief

Yes, He knew grief—knew him like an old enemy. From the first betrayal—all His care and attention pitched for a bite of fruit—through the latest— a kiss on the cheek, an 11-man flight, a swear word on the lips of his side-kick—His heart bled. He knew the whiplash of loss; He had stared into the […]

Better

Give us a king like Saul—handsome and tall— to ride out before us, a king like David—charming and skilled— to conquer our enemies, a king like Solomon—winsome and shrewd— to build our wealth, we prayed. But God gave us another man with a beard who would have been lost in the crowd if He had […]

Come, O Gentle Light of Dawn

Come, O gentle Light of dawn, and rest your hand upon my weary head. Come, sense the sickness in my soul and dress and tend the whole where I have bled. Spread your warmth upon my cold for You alone can mold and wake the dead. Come, and dawn from glow to blaze, and speak […]

For the Everlasting One

Why does the world spin away? Each clock beats out a broken tune, hands hold on to nothing, minutes splinter in the sight of daisies— there are no hours long enough for me; I was made for You, O God from everlasting.

Under His Wings

Why do you shiver— in cold and in rain? And why do you quiver, small strength, under pain? Why do you wander, bare-souled, through the lies? And why do you saunter where dark arrows fly? Why do you shudder at voices behind? And why do you mutter alone in your mind? Give heed to the […]

Happy Little Raindrops

It was a soggy, foggy day, but the raindrops were in play. They lent their laughter to the gray and dropped like silver on their way. They turned the dirt to chocolate milk; the road beneath them shined like silk. They stayed awhile and sang to me as they journeyed home to sea.

Hope

The daylight slipped away and stripped the flame from my last candle, but one by one the stars began to bloom in gloomy fields of sky, and I, though planted in the dark, felt the spark—that old and trusty hook— when I looked up.

The Rock Men

The rock men stand along the sides, the guardians of the road, and we drive on beneath the trees unconscious of their load. They lift the hillside from the earth where deer and rabbits stray; they block the mud from sliding down and covering our way. So should you round the bend sometime and glimpse […]

Vain Imaginations

One sure-footed day, I chanced to glance sideways and glimpsed a little speck of trouble flying at me from the west. I ran, I stumbled, I tripped. The earth beneath me slipped, tipping up like a mighty ship before succumbing to the sea. Someone let the tornadoes out inside my head, the roaring forces smashing […]

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