Sunday, January 12, 2020

Ghosts Upon the Waves

When the sky reflects the sea
And the waves in torment be
We'll lift our eyes to test our faith
And walk like ghosts upon the waves

And though the sea and sky collide
Let our gaze waver not from Thine
That in the storm and ocean's dance
Our hearts may learn to be steadfast

Like rocks amidst the tossing sea
Impervious, teach us to be
Not blown about by wind or change
Not fearing thunder, wave, or rain

Like angels, walk; like mountains, stand
Our faith in Thine unfailing hand.

Reason for Created Sight

Thank You, Lord, for sunsets: rose-impressioned skies
Thank You for Your grace: Your loving presence in our lives
One day we shall see Your face, with wholly unveiled eyes
That uncreated Beauty, reason for created sight.


Lord, since all eternity
And time are in Your hand
Let my only worry be
To do as You command.

And since Your holy Word contains
All I could need or pray
Only this concern remains:
To listen, and obey.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

You Make a Mockery of Ev'ry Boundary

You make a mockery
Of ev'ry boundary,

Eternal Life, Who stole our death
To plunder grave and hell,
Almighty God, Who as a Man
Did deign with us to dwell

Here making light of sufferings
And burdens we did own
Though not by jeering, but Your strength
In bearing every one.

Not death alone, but also sin --
First cause of ev'ry grief --
You carried off upon Your back
And brought us back relief.

Inverting poverty and wealth
To meet the debt accrued,
Becoming as we are, a slave
You paid what we owed You

As, turning barriers to doors,
Incarnate, dying, You
Made of divided natures one,
Partitions tore in two.

In furthest exile, laughing at
The distances we'd run,
You met us there, Who are our Home:
All banishment undone.

Your rising made of death a joke --
As well, mortality
Ascended to make all Your own
Share Your divinity


Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Be First and Last (A Prayer)

Rev. 1:8-19 + John 3:21

Almighty One, Who are, Who were,
   Who ever yet shall be,
Be First and Last in all my thoughts
   And all that comes between
That all my words might echo Thine
   My deeds be wrought in Thee.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Isaiah 46:3-4

3 “Listen to me, O house of Jacob,
    all the remnant of the house of Israel,
who have been borne by me from before your birth,
    carried from the womb;
4 even to your old age I am he,
    and to gray hairs I will carry you.
I have made, and I will bear;
    I will carry and will save." ~Isaiah 46:3-4 (ESV)

Lord, You have borne me up these many days and nights
Upon an ocean wild and deep.
You have carried me, and ever been my Light
Remained awake, that I might sleep.
And though the rain and wind continue still
You bear me yet within Your hand.

And every grief and pain that I had ever known
You took upon Yourself, and for
A time You wandered here, that I might find a home.

And when no cure was found
For the sickness of my soul
You gave me of Your very blood to drink
That the curse in mine might be replaced
With the life that flows in Yours.

Then when I could not stand
You broke Your flesh, for me to eat
That my weakness might be adequate
When filled up by Your strength.
And though my stumbling continues still
You bear me yet within Your hand.

[This is the oldest poem I have yet posted on here. I wrote it around 10 years ago, now. I was/am in the process of editing it, but I felt like I should post the original first. Enjoy, and God bless.]

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Condescension (A Poem)

Majesty in lowliness revealed:
All our hope
For we had been brought low

Divinity in mortal flesh concealed
Which otherwise
Would blind our frail eyes

The law of written ordinance repealed
That we might live
Who had been held captive

Redemption by His crucifixion sealed
With His own blood --
Our greatest sin inverted to our good.