A Day’s Journey

“Lord, You lead like a drunken man.”

The dust picked up again under the crunch of sweat-soaked feet. Carolina Snibbs was walking. Outside the city gate and up toward the hills, his mouth was dry again. Another city turned away. Another dry day. And comes the wind.

“You always tell me step one and step ten. Never mind that step five is West and step seven is North when my path is heading South. Never mind that. I’m following Your rhythms. And You lead like a drunken man. Continue reading “A Day’s Journey”

Silly Story

 

When the king set on his throne, a very tired and lonely man, he was, at that moment, ready to die. Had someone stepped up to him and told him that that day would be his last to live, he would have smiled, almost grimaced.

“My eyes have grown cold, and so have my hands. My heart, that beats soundly enough, but everything has grown so cold within me,” He wheezed to himself, more amused than distressed. Distress would have cost too much caring, a substance he had run very poor on long ago. He thought he must have a small bottle of the stuff saved up somewhere.

He supposed he ought to find the stuff and use it up on something useless before it went to waste. Tiresome stuff. A wonder the young had so many uses for it.

Just then a mouse scampered up to the arm of the throne. Mice were generally not allowed in throne rooms, but the king had not much kept up with that of late.

“My master, please: a bit of cheese!” squeaked the mouse. Continue reading “Silly Story”

Something in the Name

There is something in the name of Jesus
That washes every doubt.
Watching all my fears and troubles fading
As His Spirit turns me inside out.

There is beauty in the pow’r of Jesus
As He changes old to new
Victory is found in giving
All my troubles to Divine View

I know that I’ll be found in You
Resting in your care
When all of my life has faded
And I place my feet on Jacob’s stair

A Psalm of Sorts

you build me right
by waterspouts and diamonds
My root goes down.

The crooked way, it breaks me
as I bend ’round my borders.
But soon I will have straightened them
by the strength that you have given me

I have seen the water’s edge
and know that I am not forsaken
He who makes the sun to rise
has spread His banner over me

I know I will see the spring
And bear my fruit in season
For I have been planted by a sure hand
Whose seasons waver not.

Your sons You build like mighty trees
You daughters like marble colonnade
Who has seen the beauty of Your children
Like the temple builder?

Lovesong II

I separated myself from you
Like East is far from West
But You rose up and ran after me
On the wings of the dawn

I ran till my breath was raw
And smiling You came after me
Surely by nightfall He will capture me. . .

I can’t wait that long.

I will turn my head
To hear the voice of a Lover
I will turn my heart
To feel the heartbeat of Another
I will turn around
Stand stockstill in my place
I will lift my hands
In pure surrender.

Till You come rushing over me!
Till You have captured me!
Till my eyes are wet with tears!
Till my mouth is worn from kisses!

Water on a Clean Slate

I found something
That can change old to new
I found something
That can restore and redo

You’ve captured, covered, cleansed, and redefined
You’ve healed what I did not know was broken
You straightened what I did not know was lame
Washing away all my sins
Like water on a clean slate

Nothing in my life stays the same with You, Lord
You’ll change black to white if I’ll but let you
You’ll change night to day
Washing away all my sins
Like water on a clean slate

Can a leopard change his spots?
Can a tiger change his stripes?
I can’t change my ways, oh Lord,
But You can change my life!
Wahin’ away my sins
Like water on a clean slate