I told them “time is always new when it finds its rest in you.” I told them of days so pure yet wild , with your love so true. How it is lit with flashes of your Face Of never setting Rays .. Dew drips Mercy on mornings “Amen ” from you oh Ancient of… Continue reading My Everlasting New
Tag: poetry for jesus
#praying
Could heaven on earth be right now held at bay As the devil sends dirt into these empty jars of clay? As keys and fingers agree “i’ll pray, Prayin, #Pray But souls of our flesh cannot bend knee to obey ! Are there not angels and saints reviewing this score? Can’t someone see clear through… Continue reading #praying
Sudden
We Wait and Wait here for the Sudden The Sudden of Of Pentecost day For you, Oh Holy Gentleman. To come and Suddenly have Your way We have waited and waited for this Pentecost hour. When Love destroys Fear And Perfect Love rises to Power. Oh touch us now Holy Gentle Man. With Tongues of… Continue reading Sudden
Easter Octave
1. Silly Lilly , Look away from me your gaze of purity will not set me free! turn your face to the altar where you belong where joy is real and saints write songs! 2. Oh silly Lilly Look away from me! Silly Lilly Look to Him who made you to “be” turn your face… Continue reading Easter Octave
Spring Picking
How small His Holy Hand that bends our stems from this sin rooted land . Heavens Hand high pulled low picks Hollyhocks like us below . sets us stem to stem petal to petal pressing in Petal to petal press and point away from the wild Handicapped and handpicked like Hollyhocks gathered we haggard harlots… Continue reading Spring Picking
Wasted in the Wilderness
A TRIP before EASTER> > > >LENT………. And Jesus, FULL OF THE HOLY SPIRIT returned from th Jordan and was led by the SPIRIT in the wilderness Luke 4:1 “He split rocks in the wilderness and gave them drink abundantly as from the deep.” Psalms 78:15 ESV I think I will, I will drink I… Continue reading Wasted in the Wilderness
Advent Alone
Then , You Came to an empty manger …….outside , cold, starry , simple , alone ….. Now will YOU Come make me your manger For I too am …outside , cold, starry , simple , alone waiting for you.
Advent
Isaiah 44, Genesis 3 Come oh Come oh Foot of Jesus to the ground beneath THIS TREE. . . Does your foot still come to corrupt gardens , does it come crushing bud and head? Does it come crush double faced flowers and snakes long ago dead? Come oh Come oh Foot of Jesus to… Continue reading Advent
Dying for Mercy
“The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.” 2 Peter 3:9 Father of Mercy See his twisted slumber. Thin and wanton Time throws him asunder . Father of Mercy I hear… Continue reading Dying for Mercy
A Sunday Shooting
This poem was written Sunday Oct 2 before I heard of the Las Vegas shooter. It is not about the shooting in Las Vegas but about what happens in spiritual space when we gather in our churches to WORSHIP on Sunday. Satan becomes an indiscriminate destroyer of a distracted crowd. Sunday Shooting ( a poem)… Continue reading A Sunday Shooting