Simply “Br-Ringing!” 

Riding my bike in this suburb

 Soaking my Lord's warmth, loving care

Reverberating, happy birds

Breezes whisking, soft, through my hair

Canvas blue, bright, lacking one fluff

Euphoria in this day stuffed!

Contentment scampers, bounces on

Jasmine scents escape their fences

Manicured, pretty, sprawling lawns

Flowered patches crawl round edges

Satisfaction on my taste buds

Sparkling bubbles, floating soapsuds!

Who's this glowing artist of bliss

Transforming ordinary, this

Marvels streaming from fingertips

Gentle kiss from heavenly lips?

Jesus, my ever-present friend

On my life's bike, to journey's end!

From Storm to Shore

The one who had gone up to pray

For them as through the night, they toiled

And just before breaking of day

Came to buoy his lost envoy!

Upon the surf, He walked on by

His loving heart bursting, yearning

Good cheer and peace to calm their cries

Courageous faith, Peter learning.

A slap of wind flapped Peter's clothes

Cold blast of waves whipped at his feet

Dull blurry figure like a ghost

And muffled voice called, “Come, it's me!”

But, dark ferocious storm distracts

His wand'ring eyes off Jesus took

Would Jesus' care now for him lack

As doubting fears his resolve shook?

Jesus held sinking Peter up

Restored him to the ship...stilled, hushed

Rough swelling billows hear, “Enough!”

As wonder from disciples gushed!

Towards heaven, Christ ascended

 Now He intercedes there for us

Through life's storms, our faith's bombarded

Soon, rapture breaks...peaceful, lustrous!

Our tiny testimony floats

As through dark turbulent days, thrust

Our eyes focus on Christ, alone

Expectant, joyfully, we trust!

Embracing Empathy

In our place of pain and heartache

Jesus is waiting to embrace

As moans and wails burst from our souls

Our broken spirits, He consoles

Our trembling bodies still with peace

Tormented minds calm, fears release.

Once in a garden, Jesus wept

As evil forces round Him crept

Sweat, pain and blood oozed from his pores

Dripping full of horror, sorrow

His soul He poured out on the ground

For Him, relief could not be found.

With wails and tears, He sobbed and prayed

“Remove this cup” Could it be stayed?

But He must drink each bitter glob

God's judgment on our sins exhaust

His sacrificial heart, resigned

“Not my will, Father” I'll bear thine.

They nailed Him to a cross of shame

We'll never know his depths of pain

And as we anguish here below

We feel He cares and that He knows

Just how it hurts us to core

For He has suffered much, much more!