Poetry

I think when Judas’ mother heardHis first faint cry the nightThat he was born, that worship stirredHer at the sound and sight.She thought his was as fair a frameAs flesh and blood had worn;I think she made this lovely nameFor…

I will arise and to my Father go;This very hour the journey is begun.I start to reach the blissful goal, and, lo,My spirit at one bound her race has run.For seeking God and finding Him are one. He feeds the…

Don’t be fooled by me.Don’t be fooled by the face I wearfor I wear a mask, a thousand masks,masks that I’m afraid to take off,and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,but don’t…

Faith Is…… Faith Is……reliance on the certainty that God has a pattern for my life when everything else seems meaningless.Faith Is……remembering I am God’s priceless treasure when I feel utterly useless.Faith Is……depending on the fact that God is love – not on my ability to…

The raging wrath of manis never satisfiedit burns day after dayin the valley of Hinnomeven in the burning heapthe worm can never dieso long as there is fleshto feed the festering flames. The eagles gather ’roundfor this great and ghastly…

Sunday morning, cool and brightSitting in the pewsRecovering from last night—Following the cues: “Stand up, sit down, kneel, pray, sing”—Sneak a peek at the othersPerforming the ‘proper Sunday thing’.We’re all supposed brothers! The priest is droning familiar chants,He seems bored…

Or, Seeking Help From God People who are full of their own beliefs, opinions and ideasOften create much deception and fearsThat are specifically designed to lead us astrayAnd keep us from living in the proper way;Bringing much disharmony and divisionsCausing…

Do you think God does not love youWhen you’re passing beneath the rod?Do you grow a bit discouraged;Think the road is most too hard? Oh, my brother, do you not knowThat our Father has a planBy which to purge and…

(Poem quoted in Dear Abby; maybe written by Leo Buscaglia) To laugh… is to risk being a fool.To weep… is to risk appearing sentimental.To reach out… to another is to risk involvement.To express feelings… is to risk exposing your true…

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;On the shelf there were many—which one would He choose?Take me, cried the gold one, I’m shiny and bright,I’m of great value and I do things just right.My beauty and luster will…

Come unto Me, the Master says:–But how? I am not good;No thankful song my heart will raise,Nor even wish it could. I am not sorry for the past,Nor able not to sin;The weary strife would ever lastIf once I should…

Every nation, every tongue,Every person, old and young.All the dead, and all the living,Astonished at the Father’s giving. Hearts laid bare before the Throne,Cleansed and salted to the bone.Raised to life and clothed with white,Gaze at Jesus with delight. Every…

Caught by conscience in my sin I drag myself before your face and all my shame shouts out my guilt and calls for condemnation. But as Your eyes read all in mine I hear the fall of stones unthrown and…

If I have not forsaken allIn answer to Thy loving call;If I’ve kept something back from Thee,Lord, give me light, that I might see. Lord, help me judge myself each day,To walk this new and living way.I seek Thy grace…