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 […]
Read more "Well Acquainted with Grief"Jesus came to heal the sick the weak, the sad, the sore, the ones stretched out in dire need the wretched and the poor. – You thought He only saved from sins? But Have you never read: – Lame men walked and mute men talked. Peter’s mother lived. – Where e’er they met him, demons […]
Read more "Surely He has born our Griefs"Where‘er he walked he was despised: we shook our heads, we rolled our eyes. Rejected one who dares to call himself the truth and us the thrall in dungeons dark and full of lies— this is why you bore the sores! you wore the sins no man endures – (and only God Himself can rise). […]
Read more "Epitaph of Jesus “The King of the Jews”"Love stood knocking at the door and when I offered silence he waited, patient, on the stoop and called my name. – Each sally I would feign to make to leave the door and quiet the tiny blurt of conscience-prod— I saw he watched the frame. – I turned from him to read the world […]
Read more "The Visitor"Cold and stark, silent, dark bonded atoms: strong as steel— unwilling eager guardian— watchful limestone wheel. – There’s no tread can wake the dead or break the quiet stone. Night creeps in on shameful day; the maker sleeps alone. – Roman dust, silent must guard my stone with wooden spears. Bored and stiff, the coldest […]
Read more "They Rolled a Stone…"Stranded ‘round an ancient Olive tree there wends collected history from lives: the truth that now remains in memory. And here within this garden there survives a tree that lived to feel it’s maker’s touch, that heard the earnest prayers, the shouts the strives the babbing brash that woke the sacred hush, berating godly pleas […]
Read more "The Hour Has Come…"The table set, the glass is there Drink of His love. No place for earthly glory here Drink of His love. He washes feet in humble place speaks to His chosen face to face a friend of sinners, great in grace, Drink of His love. – The broken bread His death displays Taste of His […]
Read more "Body and Blood"Early He came, eager, He sought and found a house of evil blend where sinners grubbed for gain of men. – the fruit the tree had never brought No prayers or silent worship wend up to God from this robber’s den – outward green as empty as rot He drove them out in wrath and […]
Read more "He Found Nothing…". . . I sit silent, cold alone the path you trod–the constant stone that never speaks or feels the prod of human hearts, or sees their nod. So quietly I bear the load the stone of house, or open road. – But here today I feel the thrill of royalty, of ancient will how […]
Read more "If These Keep Silent…"My sings because heart it because The King rings music the King in serving with of kings enjoying, wrote joy command and His brings praising the songs I stand I love […]
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