Category: Other Poetry

His wood and water save us all
On Ark that floats through tide of time,
As water is a funeral pall
That kills our sin in Bloody brine—

Flows from His side to float the wood
Of Cross raised high on Calvary’s mount,
And Ark made from His Holy Rood
Floats on the water from His fount—

Cleans all the earth and opens gate
To Paradise where Ark will flow
And save us all from Devil’s hate
As we sail into heaven’s glow—

The light shines forth from Father’s Son,
Our Captain of this Ark He sails,
Who for us all His victory won,
Whose love for us will never fail. 

Our thorns and thistles You wore on Your head
To take on You our punishment deserved,
And then You slept in grave that is our bed
To wake with us that we may for You serve.

Your thorns and thistles, with nails marked Your hands,
Are worn in our hearts open now to love,
As for Your truth we in the world will stand
When Spirit comes upon us like a Dove.

Through us, Your Church, You give the world a choice
To once again choose life and not our sin,
For You are Adam New who with Your voice
Through us call people to be born again.

We thank You for the wonders of Your call
That when we heed, You save from Adam’s fall. 

From suffering we can’t run away—
     It is our human state—
And we must let it have its way
     To save us from sin’s fate.

For suffering will burn up our sins
     And is God’s megaphone–
Reminds us who we should have been
     So our poor choice we’ll own.

And then we learn to thankful be
     For who we will become;
Our true self Jesus always sees—
     Forgiveness from Him comes.

We then will seek to help relieve
     The suffering others know,
For we know each one is conceived
     To live ‘neath Noah’s bow. 

His glory in His Image all can see
Profusely scattered by His Image made,
Yet it’s obscured by sin from Adam’s tree,
And we live under Devil’s man-made shade.

His Image in the womb we try to kill
And Rachel wails as many children die,
But Image will not always their graves fill–
Will rise, forever live by Savior’s side. 

Among us here His glory for us raised
In Son, Begotten of His Image born,
And joined with Him we give His glory praise
As He becomes ourselves with Him adorned.

All Innocents His glory will become
As fully human we live in His home. 

With Your love, Lord, expand my heart
That I may see reality,
So words I speak will truth impart–
Removes our chains and sets us free. 

When hearts expand, those chains are burst
And we receive our heart’s first glimpse
Of life beyond our earthly dust–
Is part of Father’s providence.

For human death becomes a boon
As it removes what has been spoiled
And ushers us into a room
That sin and death have never soiled–

And there we’re raised in world that’s new
With bodies free of death and sin
Where we each others real selves view
And love and beauty never end. 

Destroy the Devil’s stronghold in our hearts
That Church may be a castle for Your love
Where angels may descend and then embark
To conquer hearts with Your strength from above.

May Jacob’s ladder end in castle’s keep
As angels up and down that ladder go
And then fly over earth to feed Your sheep
With truth from You as love within them grows.

May all who come to castle on You feed,
Who give Your Body, Blood to all of us
And meet on earth our greatest human need:
To stand at ladder’s foot with Mary’s trust.

We see that Jacob’s ladder is Your cross
Where Mary waits for each of us to come,
As worldly gain we count as so much dross
When our hearts have with hers as one become. 

Then we on wings of Spirit ladder climb–
At top step from earth’s tomb through open door,
We breathe Your Spirit’s air in heaven’s clime
And live with Trinity forever more. 

We look and it won’t fade away—
The glory cast from Sinai’s Mount
To Cross where death has had its way
And goodness does not seem to count.

Then glory spreads to cover tomb
Where Body of the dead One’s laid
And drives away the dark of gloom—
Again the glory does not fade.

Then through the night that glory wraps
Around that tomb in Garden dark,
As wind-blown glory wakes from nap
The One who crown of thorns has marked.

This glory’s wind His grave stone rolls
As grave clothes from Him are unwound,
And He emerges from the fold
Of death by which He is not bound.

He says to all His friends, “Don’t fear,
For from your grave we’ll roll the stone
And with you glory will climb stair
That is my Cross where sin’s atoned.

“At top of stair you’ll Father see
As glory gathers at His feet
All of my friends who bend their knee
To glory’s source, His mercy seat. “

“Come forth,” You say to that self I don’t know,
     The one in Eden sown;
     In Eden’s East it’s wrapped
With sin’s grave clothes to earthly dust entrap,
But in them spirit breathed in clay is found
And longs to step in heaven’s light unbound.

Familiar voice I’ve never heard before
     I hear through my locked door,
     And hand once tied is freed
To unlock door and let Him untie me
That unknown self may step into His light
Where image shines–was once obscured by night. 

O Lord, rebuild Your tent in me
     And come inside to dwell
That I may be of Adam free–
     Know You, Emmanuel.

May my true self with You arise
     And soar on eagle’s wings–
With others know Your great surprise
     Of endless life we sing. 

O’er all the earth on Spirit’s breath
     We all fly toward the east
And see the sunset in the west
     Bring sleep to earth in peace– 

Then rises earth in dawn made new
     To join us all above,
And we new Paradise now view,
     Wrapped in our Savior’s love. 

O Lord, come catch us up outside ourselves,
For Your Son died for all to give us health,
And through us heaven will all satiate.
Through heaven’s sight we see the world anew—

Your Paradise will one day be restored,
And even now beneath sin’s crust we view
A dream before our eyes that’s coming true.
In dream becoming real we see a Lamb—

A willing sacrifice for all You made—
Who came to earth to say to us “I Am
The Way, the Truth, the Life” without sin’s shade.

For we are part of New Creation born–
Raised in what is forever Easter Morn.