I can’t. Yes, it’s true. I can’t do anything right. My talents seem to be cleverly painted mistakes. My rough edges are really only broken pieces— splinters of good intentions— shards of hopeless attempts. I can’t.— The phrase is a sin because it ended three words early. Shall I finish it? I can’t— but God… Continue reading I can’t.
Stars with glittering beauty bright Are splayed across the sky; The comets gleam in stellar flight– But, O Lord, what am I? The angels in their garments shine, And see the Holy One; Yet all the things of earth are mine To hold in dominion. I am no seraph, good and pure; I am no… Continue reading What Am I?
The heavens tell the glory of God; His angels praise His name. The creatures of the earth give praise- The rocks cry out the same! But I, His child, am silent. Why? He’s given me a voice! I’ve every reason to sing His grace– Praise is a command, a choice. While stones declare His greatness,… Continue reading Praise
Savior, I am weary– I know You understand. I’m tired of my sinfulness! I need to cleanse my hands. But, Lord, I am so stiff-necked! I hold myself too high. I need that special brokenness– God, hear my New Man’s cry! Only You can do it. That power is not mine. I plead that you… Continue reading Shatter Me
O God, send to me that angel– Place the tongs in his hands. Let him bring that altar-coal– Once touched to Isaiah’s unclean lips; Press it to my heart! Melt away the evil that is found there– Then, Father, blow– breathe Over the live coal, Inspire a fire within my soul! Then ask. Say, “Who… Continue reading The Altar-Coal
in the dark, i see You. a source of Light, gleaming soft and pure. i see You, through my flickering perception– beckoning. calling. You are my North Star amidst the clamorous winking of the constellations, the white, shining Truth in a sky of liars, the Lamp unto my feet along paths riddled with secrets. i… Continue reading i see You
A blanket of straw- A pillow of stone- Cold is the night- And He’s born alone. No cheering of crowds- No place on a throne- Cold is the night- My Lord is alone. In favor- in stature- Lord Jesus has grown- But nobody knows- And He’s still alone. Nailed to a cross- Apostles have flown-… Continue reading Never Alone