His property

Not a good idea: prisoners in uniform from the 1920 film From Now On.

Uniformed in discontent,
Imprisoned so, ingrown, undone.
Outside of him our hearts are bent,
Diversified, each other shun.

Distinctive when in Him we’re found,
Alive in Him, true liberty,
Members of His body bound,
Restored to Him, His property.

Out of the flame

Out of the flame our God spoke His name.
The bush burned but was not consumed.
God answered their cry but Moses reply,
Far too little faith he presumed.
God makes no mistakes. God gives and God takes.
A staff for a snake He will trade,
What’s clean for disease, our ill for our ease,
Our maker can change what He’s made.

Be still

To challenge norms,
To have us learn,
He forms the storms,
While in the stern.

We drop the sail.
We toss about.
And stoop to bail
The ocean out.

We trust in Him.
We bend the knee.
And by His Word
He stills the sea.

Inspired by Mark 4:36-41

“And when they had sent away the multitude, they took him even as he was in the ship. And there were also with him other little ships. And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish? And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith? And they feared exceedingly, and said one to another, What manner of man is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?”

High time

Too busy denying,
Too busy dissenting,
The truth that we know about God.
High time we stop lying
High time our repenting
For breaking the rule of his law.

With sins thick and thin,
Each day we begin,
With thoughts, words, and deeds of our own.
High time, Christ in Him
Confessing our sin,
Forgiven He welcomes us home.


His perfect light forever was.
His local star, His skies
Are messaging our retinas,
Much greater than our eyes.

His perfect light, His only Son,
Though moons may still suppress,
Remind us He has overcome
Our dark with His lightness.