Category Archives: poetry

Listen to Your Soul

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A message from your soul to your will:

He stands in eternity.

The judgment?

He is already there.

It is you, who walks

In flesh and disrepair.

The faith you have,

He does not need.

For he hears the Spirit’s calling,

With high fidelity.

He’ll stand one day,

And face the truth;

What you’ve done in the body

Will go with you.

Listen to him!

Help him along!

Become his strength

To sing the new song!

As sure as your dependence is,

On what you used to be,

So your soul looks to you now,

To provide what you both need.

By His Grace

Spurned Beauty

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All men love the truth, for a moment or two or three. 

Whisper in their ear, and their eyes alight with glee.

But speak of their obligation, and their lamps quickly grow dim. 

For they desire glorious reception.  Certainly not to obey Him.

By His Grace

Trust

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Of the things of Heaven,

I have not a clue.

By force of hope,

I am thrust to trust you.

Not by sounds or syllables,

Are my ears confused.

But by the very truth,

You are forced to use.

You are our eternity,

Blessed and always to be.

While we are of the tiny things;

Death is all we see.

Cataracts born of temporary,

Obscure your Glory from me.

Yet I will dare to hope.

For what You say will be!

By His Grace

Secret Christians

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You heckle from the sidelines.

What shame belongs to you!

The one who is blameless, and purified,

Has willingly died for you.

And you!  You keep it secret,

That faith you say you have.

While he endured the scourging;

That bloody nail pierced bath!

What shame belongs to you who hide,

And hope it goes away.

You live with joy because you think

He’ll save you on that day.

You laugh and dine without a care.

You dress yourself in the finest fare!

All the while your fearful stare,

Identifies who you are.

By His Grace

The People of Restraint

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It is flesh who cannot see.
It is this place relegated to obscurity.

All of heaven is open space free and blessed to be.
Constrained, that is we.

By His Grace

Amazing Thanks!

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Let the family stand on a warm July night.
Let them coo and moan at those “special lights”.

Let the young man dress enticingly.
Let him snap his neck to see,
The beautiful girl who passes by;
Yet fades away to nothing.

Let the rich man yearn for gold.
Let the fool demand his drink.
Let the young man chase what cannot be.
I have joy I cannot speak.

For in this life I’ve come to know,
The God who made my very soul.
This wonderful, fearful sack I own;
This knit together bag of bones,
Contains the promise of his throne:
“I will yet His face”!

They pine away for what passes away.
Completely content, this place to stay.
But now I lean into the Wind,
“Lead me home, my Holy Friend”.

In This Life–Collin Raye with lyrics: http://youtu.be/pOKqidAsRTs

By His Grace