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 […]
Read more "A Prayer after Reading Psalm 23"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 […]
Read more "Be Wary on Your Way"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?
Read more "A Crooked Line"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 […]
Read more "The Conqueror"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 […]
Read more "The Arm of the LORD"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.
Read more "Beware the Shower"Still expecting winter, I found a violet in the moss.
Read more "Surprised"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 […]
Read more "I Dream in 40-point, Italic Font"You think too highly of yourself, oh mind, to answer questions God as yet has not. It is a wisdom of the baser kind that storms His silence with unbridled thought— for who can cypher symbols from the dark or wrangle possibility to stage, to poke and prod and deftly pin the arc of Spring’s […]
Read more "Pseudo-wisdom"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 […]
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