Hatred cast its eyes on Him— scheming minds of threatened men, armed with lies and aimed to kill. (Anything for glory!) They led Him like a thief to trial, bound Him like a lamb for slaughter. He bowed His head and bent His knee but not to them. The devil, man, and death together mocked […]
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Oh to see the sun as once it shone in splendor glorious, ancient as the age, the regal glint reflected from on high in clouds of white: a pure and perfect stage – Oh to hear the songs that once were sung: the trilling notes of brass and wood and string— the echoes soaring skyward […]
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Long ago, the promise came to a man and woman wrung from their first grasp of evil. Justice, yes, but mercy’s flame flickered brightest in the words the Wronged Sovereign gave. He Himself would take our frame— the Maker knit together in a virgin’s womb. Angels at His birth proclaimed hope for all the earth […]
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We all see ghosts—at least do I. They hang, sometimes, inside the mind the vision spots: fractured slits of broke morality They linger in the memory and sometimes make their presence known to tempt or tease or taunt. – They are because we put them there and loved them—once—from deep inside and gave too much […]
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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, […]
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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 […]
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The earth was broken on the day when death first claimed her as his place, and all the beauty of earth’s face could never hide her heart’s decay– for we have known the cold embrace of death in graves that we call life. He leans in close to thrust his knife, reminding us that we […]
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He slunk around the darkened street at night and hid in lies, and marble-whitened sin. And then, when no one else was left in sight, he came to church and, pious, slithered in. – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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Once I saw a picture of a man down, his blood pooling on the street while the swarming EMTs took forks and knives to him instead of gauze, butchering a life they could have saved— Oh God, forgive me . . . it was a mirror.
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His love is never broken with His law. The sin of man would carve the rift that tears Away the earth from her Creator and draw The ugly marks that curse all our affairs: The poison, Self, polluting love; the gift Of children intertwined with pain; the rust Of tools discouraging our work; the swift […]
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