Sunday, August 30, 2015
Are you like me? Are you bedazzled by the sight of giant sunflowers along the road this time of year? The following poem is about a field of those glorious wonders in full bloom along Emmaus Road during a pilgrimage to Israel in 1986. Those beauties were just one stunning example of Our Creator's majesty! Praise Him!
Sunday, August 23, 2015
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Perhaps the Mashiach
is on His way,
to lead us
to the Promised Land.
There have been signs
of His coming
that haven’t been reported
in the papers
or radio or TV newscasts.
I’m a watchman.
the Day or the Hour.
I plant my rose bush
at the gate,
rinse my bowl,
trying to live
His Great Command
as best I can.
Perhaps He’ll come
Sunday, August 16, 2015
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of the Most Holy Name
of the Great I Am
Who was, Who is
Who is to come
Whose shining Face
eyes of mortals
could not behold
Whose Holy Ark
could not touch
Who always was
came in the Person
of His Son
and mortals flocked
to hear Him speak
upon His lap
sick and lowly
sought His touch
at His hem
By His Word
even the dead arose
Who always was
shed His innocent Blood
upon Calvary’s Cross
the thick woven veil
to the Holy of Holies
tore top to bottom
that all may enter in
By His Holy Name
Now we know Him
as our Brother
We call Him
Sunday, August 9, 2015
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"…there is a friend
who sticks closer than a brother."
Sometimes I go to God's house, sometimes He visits mine;
He often comes to work with me and helps me pass the time.
He's with me in the kitchen when I cook and as I scrub;
I meditate upon Him while lolling in the tub.
He keeps me company driving and when I take a walk;
God and I stroll quietly and other times, we talk.
God's there when I am shopping and watering my flowers;
He inspires my writing, in computer weary hours.
He's in me as I minister and hears me as I pray,
lifts me up when I am downcast and helps me through the day.
He sups with me at table and He joins me in my rest.
Oh, when we are communing, they're the times I like the best.
God loves it when I worship Him and glorify His Name;
He shines His face upon me and ignites me with His flame!
I read to know God better, for He knows all about me;
fills sleepy thoughts at bedtime with His sweet tranquility.
How blessed I am to know Him! Love overflows my heart!
I count upon His faithfulness and know we'll never part.
My heart is filled with gladness every moment that I spend
with the Creator of the Universe, Holy God, my Friend.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
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GREAT AUDITORIUM, OCEAN GROVE
It was good for us to be there
even though our silver pates pounded
and our ears were so deeply traumatized
by each deafening decibel
our hearing actually dulled, temporarily
The thundering beat bounced off
walls and rafters, ceiling and floor
reverberated in our seats
and sent tremulous vibrations
through our entire beings
It was a rock concert of worship music
with smoke and strobe and spotlights
PowerPoint and praise to Jesus. Hallelujah!
Amplified drums and crashing cymbals
the resounding cymbals the Psalms speak of
It's the very same music we enjoy over the radio
when we have control of the knob
There was no adjusting the volume tonight
The lead singer leaped across the stage
and sang so loudly we couldn't hear words
We attempted to sing along as best we could
we clapped and shouted and raised our hands
along with thousands, mostly young
with wonderful innate enthusiasm
and accustomed, receptive ears
We even did "the wave" with them
until we all were reminded
of the balcony's 100 year old fragility
We were reminded of our own 60ish fragility
We really wanted to stay. We really wanted to enjoy
We really wanted to span generations with great jubilation
We didn't mean to weenie out, but
looking one to the other
realized our pinched faces weren't reflective
of the fired-up ones one third our ages
so we ducked out midway through the second performance
Tomorrow we'll go to church
We'll sing, "Come, Thou Almighty King"
Number 392 in the frayed pew hymnal
but we'll treasure aspects of tonight
like the little girl in ribbon-tied pigtails
both hands raised way up high
like the cool guys with their big silver crosses
their earrings and bandanas
black tees emblazoned with The Name
like the twelve year old in the row in front of us
who kept spinning his green glow stick
as he danced in the bleachers praising his Jesus
with all the fervor of the shepherd/king of long ago
who led that remarkable gambol of wild abandon
before the Holy Ark