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
When even the tallest trees Are moved by His breath-filled wind When tiny amoeba Are fed and cared for When we lay our hearts Upon His altar When tears are food When steel bars have trapped our bad mood When we lie prostrate Surrendering our way Deep calls to deep Heavens mercy Rises in a … Continue reading The Deep
He who paints these flower petals is my God who designed my eyes, hazel-ish green and yellow around the pupil, though hard to be seen I know it's there Evidence my Father in heaven cares He who lushes lilacs with aroma is my God who embedded in my being pheromones, my own unique body odor … Continue reading His Handiwork
By refocusing our space program on Mars for America's future, we can restore the sense of wonder and adventure in space exploration that we knew in the summer of 1969. We won the moon race; now its time for us to live and work on Mars, first on its moons and then on its surface … Continue reading His Moon
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?
Bending I observe the trees as they contend With His holy wind Meant to awaken us to our sin God shakes But He cannot be shaken God moves Even in those who seek to prove No truth is in His Spirit Will they ever open their hearts to know it? I keep praying Lord, bring … Continue reading Will We Humble Ourselves?
Joy rising Echoes of every-day life Gathering Clamoring To see Our coming King Oh praise Him! But wait do you see Him On a donkey? Do we still believe? Shouldn't He be Clothed in majesty Crowned with gold Accompanied by servants of old? Our King should be noble Full of wisdom and knowing And we … Continue reading A Poem of Palm Sunday
As night lifts the iron curtain Flora brightens as the rain begins Blooms of white, pink and yellow Robins and chickadees share their morning bellows Life continues As we face a battle we worry we will lose God says through the plague Come back, my children, come and stay I have made you My home … Continue reading God says, “Come, My Children”
Within four silent walls Dull ache Magnifies the sultry call Self-pity Lonley A tearful litany The naggy But so fleshfully satisfying Why me? Lord, what did I do Wrong? How did I hurt You? Shhhh Silence speaks Shhhh His still small voice comes in subtle power, never meek There in the hot … Continue reading Just to be in His Presence
God says, I AM THE ONLY GOD Yet we insist on our own way and to heaven we poke and prod God says, I AM THE ONLY NAME WHO SAVES Yet we stumble, falling, landing close to the grave God says, LET THE EARTH OPEN WIDE AND SALVATION SPRING UP Yet we close our hearts … Continue reading God Says