A month of daily poetry
Of meter, rhyme, alliteration,
Who can stand this litany,
Of words in thick concatenation?
Lust to see, our faith is vision,
Show don’t tell, the eye must capture;
Ears are slow, the mind in prison,
By sight alone can you enrapture. Continue reading “Images Reign”
I’ve nothing to say, a denier of good,
My lips are still: no lie, no truth,
But falsehood of silence, this failed tongue;
Confession of Christ is faith alive,
The Word proclaimed, the Way affirmed,
But dare I face the danger of man?
My fear refuses to speak of freedom.
A world of hurt is ours,
Of high walls and wars,
Of dark oppressive powers,
Of scars and settled scores. Continue reading “A World of Hurt Is Ours”
What might I do or say
For you to feel the weight
Of sin and and throw away
Your pride, to fall at the feet
Of Christ? We’re sinners all,
But some have yet to admit
They’re actors in the Fall,
No better by even a whit.
Takes courage to own our fault,
And make the change to repent —
To sin put a permanent halt,
Make good one’s high intent.
For you was Christ portrayed
As crucified and risen,
We pray and work to persuade
For you to leave your prison.
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The Lord has more than you could ever want,
As humble Servant, he’ll not boast or flaunt —
He must be sought — and all can easily find
His narrow way, can know his noble mind. Continue reading “In Him Are God’s Deep Treasures”
Time past for us to renew respect,
A virtue lost from long neglect;
Give honor to God, his vast array
Of powers and gifts on full display. Continue reading “Time Past for Us to Renew Respect”
Well, now — the Lord he’s been a long time a comin’, it seems,
I say — I been a seein’ him approachin’ in my dreams,
His glory’s growin’ brighter night by night,
He’s mighty loud, and gives me quite a fright,
All around — are marchin’ beasts and flyin’ cherubim, hmm,
His robes — a flappin’ in the wind, it’s him, oh, him! Continue reading “A Long Time a Comin’”
The pagan’s ploy is hard complaint,
His neighbors are stupid knaves and fools,
Lovers of truth he lambasts as judges,
His heady standard harshest in verdict. Continue reading “The Measure Used to Mete Our Mercies”
Would we devour a buggy cake,
With bugs as many as on the Net?
We’d send the baker back to bake,
And make it known we were upset. Continue reading “Bugs on the Web”
Based on 1 Peter 3.10-12
Would you love life and see good days?
Then watch your tongue, use well your phrase,
Turn from all evil, ever do good,
Seek peace, pursue it as you should,
God sees the righteous, gives them grace,
Against the wicked he sets his face.