Revive these tired bones, so beaten down and worn,
The flesh of man did carry, many his sins thus borne.
Strength and youth restoring, healed, those tendons torn,
Then Christ Himself enrobing! The son of man reborn.
~ D.F.

“Son of man, can these bones come back to life?”
~ Ezekiel 37:3


Peering through the past, a vision, crystal clear,
How the tempest riding, His hand did surely steer.
Tender mercies shine, those nights that teemed with tears,
Dawn, its hour rising, new hope born free of fear.
~ D.F.


Reflection in the mirror, what was cloudy, dimly see,
A child of grace revealing, fear into darkness flees.
Lines of age receding, from the toil of sin, set free,
The One whom I’ve been seeking, His gaze has captured me.
~ D.F.

“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face”
~ 1 Corinthians 13:12


Release me from these harsh restraints, my wooden soul set free,
Free to do His bidding, sing and dance, to just be me.
What had been dry and worn, take, graft me to His Tree,
Lay claim that sweetest blessing, “Son, this day, I’ve begotten thee.”
~ D.F.

“You are My Son, Today I have begotten You.”
~ Psalm 2:7


Who is this lovely one, whose raiment, the sun’s own flare,
Strolling on this summer’s day, sweet fragrance lifts the air.
Her skirt so lively, dancing, such playfulness and flair,
Even as the warm breeze rises, in her movement, lose your cares.
~ D.F.