The little bird that flies beneath the puffed up sky owns the gift of life and the pleasure of God’s eye.Read more "The Little Bird that Flies"
I carry truth on my tongue and lies in my hands and people learn by what they see and You know the entirety of me— mind and heart divorced. The mind is not enough; I would love You with my strength, the truth served from heart to hands so they and I both understand reality […]Read more "Truth in My Hands"
Awake, oh heart, and sing for whatever today may bring is a dear and precious thing from the hand of our God— the wonders we couldn’t have dreamt of or the solemn grief-proofs of love descend alike from above— so sing! And the foe will be hushed. .Read more "Awake and Sing"
They don’t have our God. And so they quake as with the earth and shudder like the trees while frosted winds assail. They trip and tremble on their way; unknowing and unknown, they cast for solid ground but never find a hold. – Their rock is not our rock. And so the water raving waves […]Read more "None Besides"
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"
My song is broken, shattered by the screams, the knife-like voices of life, throbbing in my ears. I bend down, bewildered, to pick the notes up off the floor, but the heavy pieces will not budge. My hands weren’t made for this. I remember Your voice, how it softens the screams into minor chords that […]Read more "My Only Song"
Blow, gentle wind, blow— across the burdened trees, and bend the branches low. The fury of the sun scorched what he had won before his reign was done. And all the leaves are charred and doomed, but clinging hard to the life that left them scarred. Fall, weary leaves, fall, so the wind […]Read more "Surrender"
It’s hard to watch the hands of time, dismantling the past. unscrewing memories, packing up the artifacts in boxes to bury someplace. The house I loved, taken board by board, is not the place it was before— but lonely, struggling to stand, in a forgotten field. My elders—where are they? Time has damaged […]Read more "Changed"
More than a dream that I wake from, snatching with empty, aching hands at the wisps of light fading fast to darkness— You are the One I wake to every time, unfaded brilliance, strong and sure, the only true God. –Read more "More than a Dream"
Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God. -Matthew 5:8 Lord, build around my heart a wall of grace to sift the daily facts as they come in that nothing but the truth would find a place and nothing but Your love would dwell within. Refuse despair an entrance to […]Read more "Prayer for a Pure Heart"