Saturday, April 28, 2018

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!

Saturday, April 14, 2018

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!


Wednesday, April 4, 2018

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!