The babies hidden to you and me Are holy-breathed by Our God of Creation unseen They are not yet babies, you say, at 3 or 4 weeks? Maybe not to you Life given by Our Mighty God who Penned their Forever Name in a book Who knows every cranny and nook Of their lives Before … Continue reading The Takers and the Giver
The wind bit my nose I tightened my scarf, you know how this goes False protection against winter's abode A truck parked smack in the middle of the road Leaving us with no where to go Whirred, spurred, droned on A noise not a sound Repelling not drawing round Dissonance Reminiscent of sin Where faith … Continue reading When God is Distant, You Call
Walk in the light clean and free For anything kept in the dark, the enemy uses against me There is holy power in the light Lies of dark, convince you to rely on your own might There is healing, redeeming power in the light Lies of dark, keep you sick in a hopeless fight Love … Continue reading Walk in His Light
When I open my eyes for the day and thick air dense with moisture lays, I wonder if it isn't Holy Spirit pressing in until someone obeys. When I hear siren upon siren, sense the whoosh of air as they scream down streets in a frantic race of time, I wonder if Jesus Himself awaits … Continue reading When
Crystals hardening A new day dawning His blue hues His misty morning Canada air Frozen here Covering the window Of my sleepy hollow Where fear and lies deeply burrow Frothing, freezing Heavy feeling What once was clear Now encrusted … is He still near? Why can’t I see The eyes who made me? When will … Continue reading Unfrozen
A breeze though warm Brings His calm His sun on my cheeks Composes words to speak Praise for His power Even if He won't lift my struggle this hour He trains my brain To see life beyond remains Praise His power Laying to rest those He wills Then raising new in the ashes Growth in … Continue reading Praise His Power
Locust grinding Or is it shaking? Like maracas That moment When you can hear nothing else And because you can't hear, you can't think The symphonic symbol Of Christ coming Will I be sitting? Composing pros With nowhere else to go Bored when the last word flows Will I need my pen In Heaven? When … Continue reading Will I Need a Pen in Heaven?