grace

Rainstorm

I gaze across the deadened plains No sign of life, no sound of breeze Within the brook, no brook remains No birds are singing in the trees All nature awaits a soothing balm Some small relief to the parched terrain Then far off though the deadly calm I hear the sound of the coming rain

By |2022-07-16T20:13:49+00:00July 17th, 2022|Featured Poems, Home Page Feature, Poems|

The Cry of the New Nature

Like Paul of old I got life in my soul, put off the old, crucified to the world. This is definitive but there is the progressive, and with holiness I intend to be aggressive. I want to be purer than a Puritan, and dead to sin like perfect tense. My members yield as instruments, not

By |2021-10-13T17:17:46+00:00December 26th, 2021|Poems|

Spiritual Adultery

Idolatry and adultery are not so far from each other. Its the substitution of the Fountain of living waters for broken cisterns - absolutely useless - or your fountain of youth for mere illusions. They go hand in hand, both using images, and excite your expectations and ambitions. Once allured by the promise of gratification

By |2023-10-30T06:34:30+00:00July 22nd, 2021|Poems|

Papyri

(Written on a mangy piece of paper that on the flipside contained this alliteration, "The Preeminent Prince of Peace powerfully pursues His people providentially producing proper positional predestined pleasantness." Circa 2013) Lay down the ancient foundation, Jesus Christ the Elect. That precious Stone. Behold His glory! Rejected by the builders, laid bare, scorned, crushed. They

By |2021-02-25T23:30:39+00:00May 24th, 2020|Poems|

Little Children

The Apostle John received something from the Lord Jesus that he shares with Christians in his first epistle. We are little children. John may be, in a sense, a sort of spiritual father to the church. This tenderness for the flock in his care is what he learned from God, and John shares it with the children of God.

By |2021-02-19T05:07:11+00:00January 29th, 2020|Poems|