A taste so pure and simple, no guile or false pretence,
As wisdom favours the godly, it revives the dull and bland.
Sweetness gently drawing, His Spirit, now a friend,
The Chosen by hand so gathered, Salt from sea and land.
“You are the salt of the earth.”
~ Matthew 5:13
Rain relentless falling, its end hid far from view,
Prayer and supplication, yet dreams live unfulfilled.
Hope as teardrops pouring, the earth receives her fill,
So woe should yield its blessing, the poor, a King revealed.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
~ Matthew 5:3
Her lashes softly calling, “Spend the hour with me”,
Along the sandy shores, as sun, horizon flees.
Night in stillness lying, stars, they start to breathe,
The moon, sweet lady rising, virgin, pure and free.
The passage of place and clime,
The flowing of rivers, align.
The bending of space and time,
The smelting of gold, refine.
The turning of light, sublime,
The rebirth of day, new wine.
“I tell you, from now on I shall not drink this fruit of the vine until the day when I drink it with you new in the kingdom of my Father.”
~ Matthew 26:29
Fresh aroma rising, ascend these verdant hills,
Smell of sweet oblation, of clouded senses healed.
Onward through to heaven, by His feet, to kneel,
Arouse this drowsy spirit, infuse a vigour new.
History wallows in blood and crime,
Darkness drowning, man’s godless mind.
Yet grace did trace, life’s edge define,
The blackness yields, His bold design.
Infectious are His words, the idea they contain,
Man’s eternal glory, borne of death and pain.
Then on the Cross unflinching, vision keenly trained,
The fire loosed within us, Our tongue, His praises reign!