Category: Other Poetry

When darkness fell on Calvary’s hill
     His light could not be quenched;
Forever He could not be killed
     As with His Blood we’re drenched.

His life’s Blood spilled on all of us
     Brings us His risen life,
As we by Holy Spirit trust
     Our Father’s new-born light.

For on the third day He was raised
     To always with us live,
As Trinity through Him we praise–
     Forgiveness Father gives.

Each day we can encounter Him
     In Body and His Blood;
He casts in darkness all our sin;
     We’re washed in cleansing flood.

His light in world forever shines
     And common peace we feel–
In wisdom see His perfect rhyme
     That’s in us now revealed.

Our alpha and omega are
     In His two hands, we know;
From Him we will be never far
     For He holds each one close. 

My life is lived with purchase made
     By Him who set me free;
The price for me by Him was paid,
     Raised high on Calvary’s Tree.

His Blood now courses through my veins,
     A ransom for my soul;
In me unbridled sin is reined,
     My blood no longer cold.

His Sprit warms me to the depths,
     And I am born anew;
I find in His heart I am kept
     Where virtues are imbued.

He sets me free to roam the earth,
     Proclaim His Body, Blood–
Will give to all New Eden’s birth
     From hill where His Cross stood.

Now we will all to glory go—
     A gift for us He’s bought—
And we will all His goodness know,
     For His love has us sought. 

No mercy can there be without God’s truth,
And it will hurt when sin by truth exposed,
Yet in our hearts we know that His reproof
Will mercy bring to in our hearts repose.

And in His mercy He gives each his place
To play his part in His eternal dance,
For He wants not to see an empty space
That will be filled by risky human chance.

His providence with crooked lines writes straight,
And human choice is woven into whole;
He may not be on time but never late:
He comes to save for Him each human soul.

For mercy and His truth forever form
The world from which creation new’s reborn. 

We think eternity comes after time–
So slavishly our minds accept the clock
And fail to see the Spirit’s hand unlock
The door above this horizontal line
To let descend the balm to heal time’s fear
With certitude that time is not our end
But where eternity for us begins:
His truth is meant to wipe away our tears–
Will gird us for our battles here on earth–
See vict’ry in the light of Triune Love
Who penetrates from timelessness above–
Brings joy amid the pain of second birth,
Returns our Eden’s East to Paradise
By Cross raised high that’s His new Tree of Life. 

Is that a Lamp we see ahead
     That casts its light around?
By it we find our eyesight’s fed,
     And with it truth is found.

For as we look along its light,
     More truth we then can see;
From meaningless and stormy night
     We are by light set free. 

Lamp’s beauty we see in each face
     As light shines through each one;
Forever after we see grace
     From Lamp who is God’s Son.

The more we see the more light grows
     As Lamp we see is love,
And in His heart He each one knows–
     Prepares a place above.

Then we see His humility
     Has brought His light to us.
We by Him are from sin set free;
     He shapes our mortal dust–

And when we die His light enfolds
     Each one within His heart,
For His love’s always purest gold
     And to us joy imparts. 

Is that a Lamp we see ahead
     That casts its light around?
By it we find our eyesight’s fed,
     And with it truth is found.

For as we look along its light,
     More truth we then can see;
From meaningless and stormy night
     We are by light set free. 

Lamp’s beauty we see in each face
     As light shines through each one;
Forever after we see grace
     From Lamp who is God’s Son.

The more we see the more light grows
     As Lamp we see is love,
And in His heart He each one knows–
     Prepares a place above.

Then we see His humility
     Has brought His light to us.
We by Him are from sin set free;
     He shapes our mortal dust–

And when we die His light enfolds
     Each one within His heart,
For His love’s always purest gold,
     And to us joy imparts. 

The arrows of your judgment reach their goal
In hearts of those entrapped in Devil’s snare
By choice they’ve made to sin and lose their souls
To him who lures them to his darkened lair.
Like vultures, Satan’s angels circle round
In gathering clouds of darkness rise from hell,
Yet in the gathering storm Christ’s grace abounds,
For judgment comes with truth He means to tell.
Amid the hailstones of this rising storm
We glimpse horizon blue with clearing skies,
And soon a rainbow all the earth adorns
With judgment’s mercy for which we have cried.
Those arrows shot were tipped with healing balm
That cleanses us, and all our fears are calmed. 

The gate before us is His mercy gate
Entwined with vine of holiness from Him
Who came among us, shares our human fate
To die on Cross and save us from our sin.

His mercy twined around with two-fold truth
Of Holy Trinity and of ourselves,
Two truths that are together warp and woof
And in our Father’s Son break Satan’s spell.

His mercy, truth, our longing satisfy–
Bring wisdom here unites our hearts and minds–
Yet we continue to be mystified
By love that knows no end for humankind.

In mercy, truth, forever are our home
As Spirit and the Bride say to Him, “Come.”

Where is the daybreak in this world of dark,
     A light in landscape stark
     To shine on path toward home
That bids us all with heaven’s voice to come,
Discover Image in each one remade–
Recast by light in us that casts out shade?

That dawn that runs before full light of morn
     Is Church, for all time born
     Where water, Spirit drown
And then we’re dressed in pure white festive gown
To celebrate a heaven’s wedding feast
Of Bride and Groom whose union makes sin cease. 

Our fallen night is over now:
     Behold the eastern dawn–
Departing dark before Him bows
     The One for whom we long.

Our wildest dreams have now come true
     In beauty all around,
And all is fresh like morning dew;
     His grace for us abounds.

His day has come, and all rejoice
     In heaven and on earth;
Both men and angels with one voice
     Sing new creation’s birth.

His rainbow is a ladder down
     By which His Son has come
To dress us in Baptismal gown–
     Prepares us all for home.

His daylight now upon us floods,
     And we behold a Cross.
Now courses through our veins His Blood;
     We find the life we lost.