The sovereign Christ is our only creed,
We love the Lord and follow his lead,
The grace of God, our only deed,
On his Word of truth we daily feed —
What joy! What peace! What rest!
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That’s recent pieces, John, not Reece’s Pieces. Some people think only of chocolate. Not me. Nope, not at all.
This quatrain, posted yesterday on The Fellowship Room, has garnered a bit of attention, “Your Bible Version.”
This morning, I wrote and posted “Dwell on What Redeems” to Biblical Notes. Continue reading “Two recent pieces”
Brotherly communion is a wonderful thing to experience. I came home and jotted down this little poem to celebrate the day today.
Among us mix both tears and mirth,
We stand before the storm that is life,
With hugs of warmth, and healing words,
The family of God in faithful communion. Continue reading “We Share Our Selves: a poem celebrating Christian fellowship”
An UPLift Poetry/Your Day to Shine offering
by J. Randal Matheny © 2011
Would that we could ever speak
Of grace and love, of pleasant peace,
Of time well spent to help the weak,
And seek the kingdom’s sure increase.
Those noble tasks by all are praised,
And everywhere by men admired,
For these the glorious banner’s raised,
For such are saints’ good works required.
But who will man the walls’ defense,
To refute the lying prophet’s tongue,
To repel attacks at great expense,
Demeaning work that goes unsung?
Were truth left with none to fight,
With none willing to enter the fray,
The darkness soon would douse the light,
With none to battle another day.
But truth needs no defense, say some;
But half a truth, and damning, is this,
As many men to silence succumb,
That many will the gospel miss.
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People have their forbidden subjects. Depending on place, person, and epoch, some things can’t be talked about. Sex, money, politics, and other topics have been considered taboo at some point. In the church, politics was off limits, but no more it seems. Sex and money are still considered bad topics, or, at least, sensitive, and to be treated with kid gloves.
But the Lord has no such list of forbidden subjects. We can talk to him about anything. Temptations. Sorrows. Struggles. Conflicts.
While we may wish that we could be upfront with people like that, we can be certain that the Lord will not frown or chide us for putting it all before him. That’s what he wants. And that’s the gist of today’s Cloudburst poem.
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The form is one of my favorites, a seven-line stanza. The rhyme scheme is A-B-C-B-C-B-A.
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IN GRAY AND GRAVID SWIRLS
by J. Randal Matheny
The clouds sit low upon my brow,
They came I know not why nor how;
I ask if they would weigh and press,
Or covered me with plans to bless.
In gray and gravid swirls, they chide:
“Why must you ask? You need not guess;
For ill or good, you decide.”
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Last night, in our home Bible group, after chit-chat with guests about an upcoming trip to teach Hebrews and 1 Corinthians, I ditched the planned reading of Matthew 28 (following our daily Bible reading schedule) to devote our time to 1 Corinthians 13. We read also the last part of chapter 12 and the first part of chapter 14 to set it within its context.
The reading seemed to have good effect in the hearers. Love in its divine form was perceived, apparently, for the first time; parts of it, at least. There were some ah-ha moments.
After everyone had gone home, the chapter of love still rang in my ears, and this poem began to make its way to the surface (turned out to be the second stanza). It finished its appearance this morning. It reflects, roughly, the tripartite division of the chapter.
FIT FOR A KING
by J. Randal Matheny Continue reading “UPLift: Fit for a King”
YOUR CHOICES AND MINE
by J. Randal Matheny
You make your choices, I make mine;
They separate us or entwine;
So when you chart a course
That causes me remorse,
Do not complain or wheedle or whine.
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GOD’S ACTS, by J. Randal Matheny
What God may do beyond our sight and reach
We cannot know and little can we dream;
But in our world his acts defy all speech,
His praise renews us for a daily theme.
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