That the Lord of the universe should make Himself small, a microscopic speck on a planet obscured in light years of galaxies, is a wonder. That the Holy One, ablaze with purity, should walk straight into the ugliness of this world and eat with sinners is another. But there is a greater wonder— that the […]Read more "Wonders"
Curling inward like the fern but brown and bent and dead. Bent within and ever in to live for self in sin – We turn in-to that we might seek a way away from outward stares or help that’s sought, to give and see a rescue path away from me – For air is hard, […]Read more "Incurvatus In Se"
I reach for grace like stretching for a cup of water in the heat that seems too far away. – My fingers seem at best to scratch the back of worn and weathered hands that hold the drink I crave – My mind. Practical. like sluffing off a test I know I cannot ace. Should […]Read more "I Reach for Grace"
Love is just a song we think we wrote. Expecting much, but never prizing more, we seek to seize the vial, tip, and pour the joy we want, but never yet could quote Till one day, looking out beyond our moat at cherry blossoms on the other shore we see the longed-for things, despised before […]Read more "Bridge of Love"
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"
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"
To bless, He waits, expectant, from His throne while down below the toilsome ant-roads long lead peopled millions to their bleak alone, and darkened nights withhold the joyful song. He reaches out, His very self to give while creatures grub for grabbing in their need and use the crumpled husks of life they live like […]Read more "The Open Shore"
The scowl of the skies— the black and churning clouds like vultures rounding me. The howl of the crowds, their dark and burning eyes with, “Guilty!” hounding me. The depths of grief I know, like swords thrust to the hilt. The plea upon my lips— a shattered cry of guilt. And still the deadly […]Read more "Forgiven"
A sea of chatter filled the air around: the shouts and laughter–turbulent and loud; and Bartimaeus, sitting on the ground raised his voice to shout above the crowd. The darkness pressed like noise upon his eyes. His heart, suspended, barely touched its beat. And yet he shouted, focused on the prize and would not stop, […]Read more "That Day in Jericho"
Help me O Lord, for my soul shrinks away, my flesh is consumed with groaning. My body groans as an old man, my spirt, like a grieving mother. For round and round my thoughts have gone and never find a rock on which to rest, leaves that float, then dip and never touch the […]Read more "A Psalm for Rescue From my Sin"