We Come with Food Before You

We come with food before You to bear Your grace to mind, Your ever free provision Your lavish goodness kind. We join You in our feasting and share Your presence here; For we are blessed and holy, when You are wholly near. – We praise for taste and texture for meat and bread and […]

Autumn Feast

Rise and come, the trees are bare and all the leaves are on the ground. There’s something brunkish in the air and brown and orange all around. – We’ll feast on crispy oven-meat and mounds of creaming vegetables, bread made crinkly-warm from heat, and butter salt delectables. – We’ll drink from icy mountain streams in […]

Ships

Every morning, with the sun I rise and journey to the docks just where the ships arrive bearing goods for me. – High-stash holds of boxes filled with dazzled thoughts and softer light or darker griefs and greys: all the hours for me. – Part-way glad and partway sad I sit exhausted, midway through just […]

Thanksgiving: Grace

Held by the Law on a million counts, but the Judge condemned His Son and gave me grace. Thank You, Father. –

Thanksgiving: Prayer

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. –

Thanksgiving: the Word

Father, thank You for Your Word— the place where eyes gather marks of ink, but hearts behold the beauty of the LORD. –

Thanksgiving Communion

When Jesus gave the bread and cup He offered thanks, and grateful, led the triumph to the cross. – – – – –

Thanksgiving: Children

Thank You, Lord, for children— little humans, full of life— laughing, jumping, singing, running; little robbers, demanding money, time, energy, patience; still, little diamonds, worth the cost— their words, their smiles, their hands, their hugs! small, magnificent treasures, lost in the quest for jobs, houses, clothes, cars; little children— made by God— whom Jesus never […]

Thanksgiving: Rainy Commutes

You gave the chance to fly— silver canvas street, and I, thrilled to join the fleet, steered my car on to the sky. Father, thank You for rainy commutes. –

Thanksgiving: Pain

Father, thank You for the pain— a gentle honesty that holds the body in useless stillness to say, Any strength we have is given. Father, thank You for the sorrow— an earnest loyalty that rends the heart with throbbing losses to say, The only home we have is Heaven. –