Poems

Struggling with error, wrestling with fear, Glimpses of Truth, Love, Life— here. The study, the searching, the wonder profound, The effort of gaining, holding, maintaining, my ground.

"Lord, save me. " Like Peter, I cry— feeling forsaken, beaten by waves (of failure) discouraged, down.

Pain—you Goliath, looming large and shouting loud that you're invincible. My David is at hand! With stone of truth to sling with Christ authority and bring you down— inert and silent, powerless and dead; no more a thing to fear or dread.

Come with me and see the babe, newborn .

It's not alone in reading the words (or even studying them, long and hard!) in "trying" to take certain steps .

Here, Christ is come to transform heart's blindness: pharisaical mentality critical malignancy comfortable complacency. Now, Light of the world floods thought with vision that I might see—and do— meekly earnestly spiritually.

Can I be sure what I'd have done if I had been a chosen one asked by Jesus to be there as he knelt in fervent prayer in garden of Gethsemane? What a privilege to be asked to watch with him who in the past had loved so tenderly! I would be watchful, never sleep, would not falter, fail to keep the watch with him. No, indeed, not I! So I have thought.

Never leave it in the closet — that is not its proper place— let it clothe your total being. Wear it with unfettered grace— formed of fabric soft as zephyr yet as strong as welded steel, woven with the warp of promise crossed with woof of heaven's seal.

When we feel that gentle nudge— that subtle, profound stirring when the Christ has struck a chord deep in our heart— don't just go on , STOP ! Do something about it! Strum that chord! Ponder, pray, praise, bring healing, cry, laugh, love, sing! That divine touch is what the whole world aches for. And if you strum with unselfed fervency, someone else will feel it too.

We're all the children of one God. Equally.