Turning Back

Now will I go forth true, leaving all the lies

Could anything be more urgent so, to live free

Bondage as a slave whose master breaks his back

This I say truly: whether dark day or sunrise

I will no longer perverse (my heart's decree)

Though the Spirit's power in pledge I lack

Submit I do, as a lover to his cherished arise

Laying down to die then so arise in zeal for Thee

Returning home and from this world...turning back

The Son of Man

Eternal Father ever intending

With His Son so condescending

To come to earth and start amending

Sadness, misery and grief

The Son of Man He ever teaching

To heal and help He ever reaching

Through the streets He ever preaching

God's Kingdom, repentance, belief

Pilate and Herod ever hauranging

With hammer-spike they ever banging

While in the rain was naked hanging

Giving ransom, rescue, relief

Child of Winter

Slow her heart begins a-failing

This virgin in a cave a-wailing

While all the earth is now trevailing

With darkness taking flight

Child of winter now a-crying

Wild angels in the sky a-flying

While all the earth is now replying

Redemption now in sight

Simple sheperds now a-stringing

All the wisemen gifts a-bringing

While all the earth is now a-singing

Peace on earth tonight

Child of winter now a-standing

With scepter-crown is now commanding

While all the earth is now demanding

All must take delight

From the Ashes

Face down in the embers of ruin

Laid waste in utter defeat

A corpse that is ready for view'n

Consumed by the fire and heat

The night gives only a spark

Of life that now remains

All that was now dark

The power of the night now reigns

Wait....

She comes on the wings of healing

Hope now treading the dawn

With grace and word now wheeling

Both night and darkness withdrawn

(To be completed later)....

Thinking of You

When storm clouds gather in strength
and midnight swallows the day
When days grow longer in length
and we do not know how to pray

When skies are a thickened brass
and the doors of heaven are shut
When the aching refuses to pass
and each memory a razor's cut

Numb as your senses grow cold
Another note to endure
A prayer or hand to hold
offering victory, hope or cure

My friend I have not a clue
of the strain, the hurt or the stress
and all that you've been through
To try to make sense of this mess

Though there's no sheep in the stall
and there be no fruit on the vine
We wait for His grace to fall
and rays of hope to shine

Her Lavishing Way

Love's so-lavishing way has kissed me true

With her lips ever softly touching my

Cold cheek, and my red-so-sorrowful eye

Her breathing, her lips of loving, they ever pursue

My lowered-so-lamenting eyes and they subdue

Each falling thought and tear; till they comply 

To whispers of Her sure and sweet song. My reply,

Of lifted eye and lip I now embrace and renew.

Standing On My Tiptoes

This wanting beyond to simply know

An eager upon eager desire

To question these feelings of wonder

Hunting down these rumors of a Glorious One

Leaving no stone unturned til I embrace This Beautiful God

Hot on the trail of He who is hot on the trail for....Me?

Peering into every corner and hole into this great Mystery

Following the scent of the One who is to be savored

To dive and delve into the depths of He who has no ceiling or bottom

I will watch and wait for His coming

With a breathless expectation

Standing on my tiptoes waiting for He Who is Ablaze...Aflame...