Song of the Soldiers

  The day will come to lay our swords to rest And enter victors to the Light of home, But we are soldiers set on foreign soil. For now, we press our shields against the blows Of evil ranks stretched to horizons all Around. We lift our swords and charge the horde As arrows fly […]

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All of You

Unto the word of God, my heart at last was moved. Before Your holy face, at length I knew my sin. I cried out to the Lord, released the crimes I loved. Your holy grace, like rain, has washed me pure within. – CHORUS Your work alone! And nothing that I do, before Your throne, […]

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Autumn

On aged and crispy pages of September, She loves to write her name with sweet finesse, In long and swirling script around the trees; Unseen, but not unfelt, just as the breeze That forms the flutt’ring train of Autumn’s dress– An auburn trail, enchanting to remember.

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Reformation Hymn

All the doctrines of redemption, stand confirmed and stand alone. Truths eternal and unaltered, freely offered, freely known. Words that mark the road to heaven, grant us peace and end our strife, turn us toward our Lord of glory, point the path for truth and life. – Scripture only, not tradition, true foundation flawless guide. […]

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The Song of Gilboa

  The dew has fallen on the grass like tears. The early mourning sun has touched the sky. And far above, that promontory high, Gilboa, rises from the misty years. The shrike of arms, the shattering of spears are memories the wind bears in its sigh. The place for kings and warriors to die is […]

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Coming to America

Photo Credit: Isaac Talbert, Fresh Exposure Images I come to town inside a ship of steel, with all the belch of smoke and stench and people pushing at my back in fear, with officers in coats and New York frowns. I step inside a sea of brown and black, by stretching towers tall with steel […]

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Sonnet VII

The door is locked, the perfect view to hide, But no one thinks to try the knob. The warm Design of letters carved in wood, the wide, Artistic swirls become a person’s form. To peer into a soul unveiled would turn Our hearts away. To watch desire play Upon a vow with muddy feet would […]

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Sonnet VI

  The gift of love may dress in many ways: Ofttimes in soft and cozy cotton, bought By fate–a family’s love that wraps and stays, As warm to any who had been their lot; Ofttimes in denim chosen by a friend To walk and talk where weeping willows sigh Or laugh together till the daylight’s […]

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