Upon the night he was betrayed
While waiting in Gethsemane
With fervent cries and tears he prayed
“Lord take this cup away from me”
And though he may have feared his death
He never once said “I demand!”
But with the prayer of ev’ry breath:
“Father!” he said, “as you command!”
With reverence, he gave his will
Submitting to his Father’s plan:
To die upon the dark Skull Hill
He gladly went: Christ! God and Man!
Obedient, the cross he bore
That we might live forevermore.
Based on Hebrews 5:7 and influenced by numerous passages from the Gospels.
God sent his Son so he could show
his love for us that we might know
that though we’ve failed him one and all
he will not leave us in sin’s thrall
but grace to us he would bestow
Death’s chains would pull us all below
to languish in Hell’s horrid glow
but He so loves us, though we fall
God sent his Son!
Instead, he wants for us to grow
and have eternal life,and so
He only asks for us to call
in faith to him – though faith be small
How do we know his love still flows?
God Sent his Son!
the above poem is my paraphrase of John 3:16. the poem is written in the Rondeau form.
The novice archer takes and shoots his bow
without a care for where his arrows land
no target was in mind, so he can’t know
if there is any skill within his hand
a more experienced archer aims her shot
and sees her arrow overshoot the mark
she takes her aim and with a little thought
she tries to use a less aggressive arc
the expert bowman hits the target’s eye
and then he goes to analyze his score
“I missed the very center!” is his cry
and so he goes to practice more and more
without a goal each arrow finds its place
but practice shows no archer is an ace
this poem is my attempt to express some thoughts that I’ve had…that it is only when we strive to accomplish something that we realize how far from the mark we actually are…and even if we dedicate ourselves to the pursuit of that goal…we might get better and better, but there is always room to become better.
a promise holds no value without trust
that he who made the oath will keep his word
for if the wind told me it would not gust
I’d know that such a promise was absurd
for by its nature, winds a fickle friend
it comes from west to east then east to west
it blows in gales that seem to have no end
until we have a need, then takes its rest
it holds aloft the kite high in the air
then shifts to make the toy dash to the earth
it utters oaths as easily as prayer
then breaks them all and laughs at us with mirth
so trust the Rock that does not move nor shake
the One whose covenants will never break
the people could not bear to see his face
when Moses came away from God’s bright presence
and so he kept a covering in place
to shield them from God’s Holy Spirit’s essence
Elijah rode a chariot of flame
when he, undying, rose up to the sky
his radiance made Elisha exclaim,
“My Father!” when the brilliance caught his eye
with Peter, James, and John upon a hill
Christ’s glory as the Son of God was shown
Moses and Elijah came, but still
The greatest radiance was Christ’s alone
one day his children might outshine the sun
but brighter still will shine the Holy One
These prayers of mine: It sometimes seems
Are falling on deaf ears. They are
Not being answered in the way I would like.
The fact is, though, the miracles I want would pale beside the
Miracles that are actually happening if I only had the eyes to see.
You, O Lord, work in ways that I cannot comprehend, and you
Are doing so much more than I can imagine. Help me to start
Looking beyond what I think I want, and looking
For your far greater plan
but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint. (Isaiah 40:30, ESV)
can you imagine Eagle Wingèd flight?
flying high without ever tiring out
can you picture joy all day and all night?
except: No Night! for Heaven is without!
and better yet, think of this if you please:
can you fathom life without any pain?
not just severe wounds or pain of disease
but bumps and bruises won’t be felt again!
but as grand your imaginings are
as fantastic as your mind’s eye might see
it won’t match the reality by far
so much greater than that Heaven will be
The very best thing, though, about that place
is that we’ll see our Savior’s lovely face