LORD, lest I be completely
two-dimensional as a screen,
present and absent as a missing remote,
poor as a few cheap laughs,
useful as a dial-up modem;
Before I completely
subscribe to the simple over simplicity,
waste a lifetime on prime time,
entertain my imagination to death,
watch everything and do nothing;
Would You unplug my heart?
(Or at least recommend a book?)
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Monday Morning (This Too Shall Pass)
It's a dim, sleepy Monday morning
This too shall pass
**
I'm thankful for my job, but I don't love it
This too shall pass
**
It's almost lunch time, and I'm getting hungry
This too shall pass
**
Tonight I'll spend quality time with my son
This too shall pass
**
My daughter will play with her JV volleyball team
This too shall pass
**
Home late from the game, my wife will climb into bed,
and I'll put my arm around her
This too shall pass
**
If we speak of the day, I will highlight my victories
and hide my failures
This too shall pass
**
I may have been bombarded by temptation
any number of times today
This too shall pass
**
On some of these counts, and against my better will,
I most surely will have fallen
This too shall pass
**
From the Fall, I will have walked all day long with a limp
from the nerve damage in my leg
This too shall pass
**
Still, I can walk around just fine by myself
This too shall pass
**
Finally, body laid down to rest, I will drift off
in unconscious expectation of a new day to come
This too shall pass
**
But one night soon, my dimming eyes will shut
for the long, dark sleep of death
Beloved, this too shall pass
-------------------------------------------
"Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will never pass away."
- Jesus, Matthew 24:35
This too shall pass
**
I'm thankful for my job, but I don't love it
This too shall pass
**
It's almost lunch time, and I'm getting hungry
This too shall pass
**
Tonight I'll spend quality time with my son
This too shall pass
**
My daughter will play with her JV volleyball team
This too shall pass
**
Home late from the game, my wife will climb into bed,
and I'll put my arm around her
This too shall pass
**
If we speak of the day, I will highlight my victories
and hide my failures
This too shall pass
**
I may have been bombarded by temptation
any number of times today
This too shall pass
**
On some of these counts, and against my better will,
I most surely will have fallen
This too shall pass
**
From the Fall, I will have walked all day long with a limp
from the nerve damage in my leg
This too shall pass
**
Still, I can walk around just fine by myself
This too shall pass
**
Finally, body laid down to rest, I will drift off
in unconscious expectation of a new day to come
This too shall pass
**
But one night soon, my dimming eyes will shut
for the long, dark sleep of death
Beloved, this too shall pass
-------------------------------------------
"Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will never pass away."
- Jesus, Matthew 24:35
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Wanted
I am
a small speck of sand
of Abraham and no one
One among the countless ones
Uncounted, unaccounted
I am
a pin point of light
pricked on accident it seems
in some corner of canvas
of ever-expanding night
I know not how, sojourner,
you saw, nor why, star-gazer,
you cradled me in your hand
Is a granule a great world
with grand canyons and peaks and
vast ocean deeps to explore?
Is a beam of light some bright
burning ball all ferocious
and fair in life-giving blaze?
I am
no world and no sun
Yet you count me your own, and
I am - solid, fertile, bright? -
I know not what, only that
I am
not what I would be
had you not searched sand and sky
and said to one orphan child
of millions, "You are wanted"
a small speck of sand
of Abraham and no one
One among the countless ones
Uncounted, unaccounted
I am
a pin point of light
pricked on accident it seems
in some corner of canvas
of ever-expanding night
I know not how, sojourner,
you saw, nor why, star-gazer,
you cradled me in your hand
Is a granule a great world
with grand canyons and peaks and
vast ocean deeps to explore?
Is a beam of light some bright
burning ball all ferocious
and fair in life-giving blaze?
I am
no world and no sun
Yet you count me your own, and
I am - solid, fertile, bright? -
I know not what, only that
I am
not what I would be
had you not searched sand and sky
and said to one orphan child
of millions, "You are wanted"
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