She lifts her head Then bows it instead Her heart sings Glory, glory to my Beloved King Her lips tremble In her hope she resembles Christ, the Morningstar Our Risen Messiah Lord, she whispers, Bless my brothers. Bless my sisters. Lord, her voice rises, Keep them from the evil one … Continue reading I am Praying for You, A Poem
Such a drastic contrast Between Holy and sin The battle rages within Flesh meshes with lies Purity and truth stand by Waiting, calling Never late or stalling Holy is His whisper A glimmer Of His glory A lightening flash For those who see are changed in its path Holy is Scripture Operating on wounds needing … Continue reading Holy
As she unsticks her wings she knows not all she's got confined, contained safe, though tainted her past lingers in her mind her limbs, legs and tiny toes freely climbing bark walking anywhere she wanted in the park could she? perhaps the defining question is ... will she? wriggling her head through fresh air touches … Continue reading She is Becoming
Then they gathered around Him and asked Him, "Lord, are you at this time going to restore the kingdom to Israel?" He said to them, "It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by His own authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on … Continue reading Same Jesus, Different Season
Such ground of holy Of those who know Him The Lamb of God, the Son of Man Removing my sneakers A chameleon in the crowd Though I stretch, I cannot see what is shroud Is it a tomb? Recreated with a giant stone? Wishing I was taller My desire for higher Knowledge pushes me toward … Continue reading Museum or Faith?
He tells us in His Word the darkness lifted at 3 on Good Friday But what was it like then through Saturday? I picture God's sky His canvas hanging low not high For He knew the heavy leaven In souls who did not trust or were ignorant to heaven Shock-filled tears Their Lord lost only … Continue reading And The Stone was Rolled Away
It is finished, Jesus said As He gasped and bled None of us really know How much sin was in His blood flow Was it ours? Oh my yes, for all our life hours The earth shook Darkness hung while fear overtook The hearts of men and women Not remembering the Temple would rise again … Continue reading A Poem of Easter