Apples sorted good from bad,
Without God our thinking mad,
Obsolescent, passing fads,
Thoughtless deadbeats without Dad.
Tag: bible
The Bread
The Bread He fed the multitude,
Loaves and fishes multiplied.
Some believed, some misconstrued,
But we all had Him crucified.
All day long
He is right
We are wrong
We are weak
He is strong
Diciplinin’
Our opinion
All day long.
All day long.
Relativity
Beauty is no mystery,
No more than life and death.
Morality, most still admit,
With short, collective breath.
Mathematics hard to bend.
Logic just won’t break.
Relativity pretend
When based upon our sake.
All things relative to God,
In love, he sought His own,
Rescued men from sin and death,
Christ went through Hell alone.
Within our temporality
He crushed the serpent’s head.
In Him our eternality,
Jump started from the dead.
Dust and ashes
Dust and ashes though I be,
It pleases him to dwell in me.
He who calls His stars by name,
Binds up broken hearts the same.
The poem above was inspired by the following texts:
Psalm 147:3,4 –
“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.”
Job 30:19 -“He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.”
Job 42:6 – “Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.”
Genesis 18:27 – “And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, which am but dust and ashes:”
Bottle
Bottle go and smoke it.
Stab at it and poke it.
Empty it and choke it.
Steadily provoke it.
Statutes holding on.
Weaker making strong.
Joining in His throng,
Right against the wrong.
(This poem inspired by Psalm 119:83 – “ For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.”)
Faith coming first
Faith coming first
The only foundation,
God presupposed
His proper station,
Reason then stands
Without negation,
His Holy Word
Rock of Salvation.
Word in the head
By what He said
Spoken a right
Word in the head
Muscles made tight
Quickening dread
Just by His might
Raising the dead
God’s Word in sight
Secret place
Our secret place
Precious location
Under his wings
Our proper station
With us in trouble
Keeping us strong
Arrows and terror
All the day long
Under the shadow
Of the most high
Love set upon
Danger is nigh
(The poem above inspired by Psalm 91)
Too magnified
On our own too magnified
Through his Word objectified
Feelings just vibrate our pride
Safe in Him we must reside