Epigrams

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I can’t always be clever like an epigram.

Sometimes I am not brave.

Sometimes I am not strong.

No blunt quips can block the damn

Simply the Truth is all that withstands

I will not hide from God’s healing hand

I will stand in my place by the Blood of The Lamb.

Having put on my armour I will faithfully stand.

They overcame by the Blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimr, and they loved not their lives into death. Revelation 12:11

it would be a lie…

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It would be a lie to say I have always been honest.

I thought a time or two about moving on when we were young,

when I did not value the promise.

The Grace Covenant that covered forever our offenses to God,

now established in His Mercy removed any fear that you would hurt me.

While it is true, we cannot fully know another person,

staying with you was more than worth it.

I hope this is a comfort to you, as it is to me, as we round this last bend.

If I could I would choose to stay with you again.

Looking for the pretty notes…

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Looking for the pretty notes I strain my ear to hear

that melody of Holy song telling me you are near.

No minor chords of sad goodbye or Sin’s death and decay.

No more lies and darkened skies to distort my journeys way.

I listen for the harmony of your singing clear and sweet

The pretty notes of your presence your love song on repeat…

Wayfaring

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The way I see the colors

got no good reason to hide.

Where the sky and sea collide

the Sunrise is on the other side.

I will die a wanderer in a foreign land.

Listen to the Living Water calling me home.

That  living call bids me Come, for sure

down to the River edge

flowing so rich and pure!

I take up my pen…

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I take up my pen to write again of the love you give to me.

No one else was there in that dark night of despair when I saw how much You had to bleed.

You tenderly wrapped my dead body in your shroud of forgiveness, and sealed it with the balm of your Grace.

Your kindness brought me to repentance, and you held so sweetly my tear streaked face.

People say they have heard it all before, and I hope that they too have seen,

The One who knelt beside me and cried along with me.

The chief of sinners, I was your enemy yet still you died to claim.

I will tell you Jesus loves you and me and by no other name can we be saved.

Dawn Treader (a tribute)

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She could take no more time looking back.

The Light was brighter and then the brightest.

She heard singing in another language so majestic, and she knew it was the Song of The Highest.

The water clear and sweet and no salt was in the Sea, and every refraction of light shone like jewels.

She knew it was not the Old Earth any longer.

No shadows or darkness could still linger.

She threw off her sword  for there was no need of weapons

She was in the King’s Country at last!

Exposed and Authentic

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The salty air lay thick upon my skin.

Laughter in the village sings so sweetly.

Never does a hard day meet me here,

when I walk by the sea in God’s keeping.

 

This beach helps me see outside of my self,

and find The One who is the Hope of all things.

Exposed and authentic the waves hit my feet,

with no fear of the dance tomorrow will surely bring.

 

I will sing in this His cathedral

of sky and sand and sea.

I praise The Holy One who cannot be undone

and give thanks as He walks here with me.

Of All the Rooms…

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This snow takes me back to Memphis.

A little girl with a crooked smile.

Oh how magical that Christmas was.

Boot prints of Santa on a snowy blue lawn.

 

So secure in the dreams of that gospel mile.

Daddy was my hero, such warm and simple times.

Of all the rooms my life has passed through,

Memphis was the sweetest time I ever knew.

 

I fill my pages with rhyme and verse

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I remember the good and leave the worst

I fill all my pages with rhyme and verse

Not much of it will matter to most

But some will understand the cost

 

I see a good day and leave the night

I paint a picture of the Hope in God’s light

May it never be said that I didn’t try

to speak the truth and expose the lie

 

This is the message we have heard from Christ and declare to you:God is light, pure light,  and in Him there is no darkness AT ALL!  1 John 1:5