Saint, sinner, the hungry, take heed,
The Lord at supper, His flock to feed.
Flesh and blood, red and white, meet,
Tis God Himself! The soul’s true need.
“Then the two recounted what had taken place on the way and how He was made known to them in the breaking of the bread.”
~ Luke 24:35
Oh what a sham! Such an awful shame!
The Word, living and free, boxed in a frame.
Is it any wonder, our lives feeble and lame?
Whither the hunger that fuels the flame?
“No one who lights a lamp hides it away or places it under a bushel basket, but on a lampstand so that those who enter might see the light.”
~ Luke 11:33
Swirling winds and the endless floor,
Yahweh beckons,”Come, follow my call.”
Old and familiar, regard them, no more,
Stars and sand, your faith to the fore.
“Abram took his wife Sarai, his brother’s son Lot, all the possessions that they had accumulated, and the persons they had acquired in Haran, and they set out for the land of Canaan.”
~ Genesis 12:5
This awful drought, its absent rain,
Brief respite, see, His anger wane.
Alas this gift of showers, disdain,
Act of mercy, now turned to bane.
Words unheeded, hope stillborn,
Letters from God, tattered, torn.
Stolen by wind, now lost, forlorn,
Yet in the lull, a brand new song.
Foolish man and your manicured lawn,
Comfy life, once verdant, now gone.
Whereof your pride, thirsty and worn,
Even sweet dew, missing from dawn.
Snow into spring, the cycle begun.
Patient reward, yes, winter is done.
Brisk the air, but warmer the sun.
Earlier light, come, ease in the fun!
Spring now beckons, new leaves unfold,
Plans and designs, cast from the mold.
Inscrutable ways, God’s wisdom behold,
New heaven and earth, promises of old.
“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth.”
~ Revelation 21:1
Our spirits run dry, weariness looms,
Hope in the heart, how often no room.
Yet as spring, new life from His tomb,
Drought has summoned, a fuller bloom.
See the currents running, little fish, come swim along,
The ocean, words of welcome, it bids you to belong,
Earth and seasons guiding, no reason, so forlorn,
Worries like bubbles rising, ‘Pop!’ and lo, they’re gone.