Lord, who am I that You should call and set Your love on me? A rebel ruined by the fall, now by Your grace set free. – CHORUS But we will bless the Lord our God Who shed His precious blood. From this time forth, for ever more, we’ll praise You and adore. – My […]Read more "A Hymn to My Beloved"
Make our hands weak, and we will be strong. Take all our goods, and we will be rich. Inflict pain on us, and we will be healed. Make us your slaves, and we will be free. Give us to death, and we will live. Our God is with us.Read more "Invincible"
Sometimes all the lights go out or make us to believe that they were never really there. You stumble into every wall and trip and fall again. You hear the snickers all around the sounds but not the sights of everybody watching you. – Sometimes every song goes out an arrow in the air that […]Read more "Sometimes…"
Every morning, with the sun I rise and journey to the docks just where the ships arrive bearing goods for me. – High-stash holds of boxes filled with dazzled thoughts and softer light or darker griefs and greys: all the hours for me. – Part-way glad and partway sad I sit exhausted, midway through just […]Read more "Ships"
Held by the Law on a million counts, but the Judge condemned His Son and gave me grace. Thank You, Father. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Grace"
How easily my spirit faints— my words too weak to hold the weight of what I ought to say. And yet before God’s throne, where angels make His glories known and His glory lights the way, the incense wafts from bowls of gold— the prayers of the saints. Father, thank You for prayer. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Prayer"
The haunt of autumn seems so close to home that whisky ghosts of dying summer breeze now tickle heat and steal away with cold and, playful, bear their laughter through the trees. – It seems a world more sharper than the light opens up amid the falling leaves— a sound like crunch! And snapping crunkled […]Read more "Autumn Wind"