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You have set the farthest star
You have heard the hatchling’s cry
You have timed the tides afar
And designed each wondrous eye.
There is not invention made
That you have not forged the thought
Neither nature’s hues portrayed
Neither moving music wrought.
You should have my constant praise
And...
How your sunshine
Has left our assemblies!
We search the aisles
For your footprint.
We sing innovation
You do not hear.
We ration truth tid-bits
Redemption just a word.
Once holy instruments
Now just so much brass.
Our elders silenced
In embarrassment.
Our children laid up
On altars of Hollywood...
Jeremiah 9: 3 And they bend their tongues like their bow for lies:
but they are not valiant for the truth upon the earth;
for they proceed from evil to evil, and they know not me, saith the Lord.
Saw this guy down at the corner. Strange looking dude. Name’s Jeremiah. He seemed to want to talk...
They see dividends. Get out of hell free. Get relief from guilt. Get a healing. Get relationships back in shape. Get a family friendly environment to raise the kids. Get the satisfaction of doing one’s duty. Get a prophetic fix on the future. Get abundant life.
But listen to the faith giants...
The lame take the prey
Oppressed have their day
And none who thwart justice
Will last.
Unquenchable fire
The Lord in His ire
Avenging the pain of the past.
A Man is the cure
With fresh waters pure
And shade from the cruel
Desert heat.
His Spirit will win
Exposing all sin
Dread armies...
Down He comes
With hosts of white-robed
Saints a-riding
Time has lapsed
For Babylon’s charade
Wicked thrones
And merchants brought
To judgment
Wearers of that
Godless brand
Dismayed.
No more shame
Assaults our
Prince of Meekness.
Now He comes
In triumph
With His reign.
Darkness flees
He speaks...
Do you dare measure
The limits of Jerusalem
Scope of her reaching
Or gleaming of her light?
You with the rod
Of heartless feet
And inches
Tallies and tokens
To gauge her worth aright?
Pointless this plan
To weigh the sum of mercy
Sobs of relief
Or joy of family found
Words of Messiah
That...
Babe’s Skin
One Leper Returns by William Hole
All I could do
When others departed
Stop and consider
What just had been done
Look at my skin
Once ravaged and pitted
Look at my fingers
(I’d lost more than one)
“Leper” they called me
And fled from my presence
“Leper” the stigma
Of sad...
I shouldn’t need to change you
I shouldn’t need to pound.
Perhaps you’ve been mistreated
And left with hurts profound
Perhaps you met a Christian
Who cut you to the core
Or left you feeling dirty
And second-rate for sure.
My job is not the doctrine
To cram into your heart.
My job is dauntless...
I come a-courting
Once again
Within your hallowed halls
But this time
Not with pressing needs
Nor puzzlement, nor falls.
I only come to
Think on you
And all your mercy shown
To one so frail
And faltering
But still your child, your own.
And all around
Your handiwork
In nature’s shapes and hues...
Algonquin
Feb14 by justhappeneduponthis
The camp was all set. Tent. Canoe beached. Fire crackling away. And Pete was puzzled. He and Brent hadn’t done this for years on a summer’s holiday weekend extended by a few more days.
Work had separated them to distant communities a decade ago...
Letting Go
Feb2
(Brooklyn Tabernacle)
This is a hard one Father
She’s further away now than ever.
Where gone that little girl
In delicate spring dress
Skipping away with us
From the Meeting Hall?
The friends came
Of dubious influence
With smirks and smeared
Rebellion.
The curfews...
Shipwrecked
Jan27 by justhappeneduponthis
Paul’s Shipwreck by Ludolf Backhuysen
Some could swim
And some seemed helpless
Furious waves
Their ship attacked
Gone the load
And gone the sunshine
One last meal
For strength they lacked.
But a prisoner
Still in shackles
Gave them hope
That all...
Fragile Flower in India
I knew of the name of Amy Carmichael from having read a number of her inspirational poems. I did not know of her solid Ulster Christian upbringing. Her repeated attempts to enter missionary work compromised by fragile health. Her ultimate settling in the Tinnevelly...
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Triune, Most Definitely
Jul7 by justhappeneduponthis
“My Father.”
“Father, if it be thy will…”
“This is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased.”
“I do only that which the Father tells me.”
“If it be possible take this cup away from me.”
“The Comforter when he is...
Don's wife had asked him how the Men's Study Group had gone. She knew that they had just polished off the final chapter in some topical book. Job, she thought. He had come home week after week for ten weeks, saying very little.
Don was now being called upon to summarize, and he was finding it...
Ecclesia
Jan12 by justhappeneduponthis
Ecclesia: “An Assembly Summoned Out”
Out of what? The daily grind. The regimen of the working week. The common thoughts of everyday. The priorities and wanderings of the faithless. The push and pull of lusts. The debilitating fear of men. The...
Emmaus by Tissot
This is where it began. Two hopefuls with Jesus in their midst. What an unstoppable movement. How much like the parable of the leaven in the dough. It grows and it grows. Elbows touch. Gazes fix one upon another. Questions get asked, "Have you heard about Him; about His...
The Boldness
Jan5 by justhappeneduponthis
My favourite chapter in the Book of Acts is the fourth. Peter and John have healed the crippled man at the Gate Beautiful and have taken him in hand into the temple after his long, sad absence. The authorities immediately set upon the disciples...
Sanctuary Stranger
Ryan, the priest-novitiate nudged his superior in the arm and pointed to a pew mid-way down the sanctuary on the right side.
"There he is again. Same time almost every day. Looks around and then just sits there for about twenty minutes. Sort of a seamy looking...