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 learn by rote. Till one day, looking out beyond our moat at cherry blossoms on the other shore we see the longed-for things, once old […]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"
Every eye transfixed above, the clouds proclaim: The Son of God. The very sky cries out in language only God can understand. People crowd to see the Servant King now alone, apart from all the world. The cross of law and love. Soldiers dazzled by the sight, a prophecy fulfilled. Sufferer—living, dying. Thus it always […]Read more "Mirrored Mercy"
What have I Lord, but what Your grace has freely blessed to me? This patch of sunshine earth that spins, hurtling through space, the slowly dawning mind fuzz warmth of waking with the light, the crunch of buttered toast, the yolky run of breakfast eggs, the multi-swirl of colored leaves, the tingling sting of fall. […]Read more "Morning Mercies"
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, […]Read more "All of You"