God sent his Son

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.


Only the Novice Never Misses

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.

Wind and Rock

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 are not the miracles you are looking for

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

Simeon’s Song

Feb.2, according to the church calendar, is the day when we remember the Presentation of the Lord at the temple.  On that day, Mary and Joseph took Jesus to the temple, and while they were there, they met a man named Simeon

Very little is known about Simeon. What we do know is that he was informed by God’s Holy Spirit that he would not die until he saw the Messiah. I do not know what Simeon expected to see when he met the Messiah. Perhaps he knew that he would meet an infant, but perhaps he had a different idea and was surprised by the reality. The following poem is my speculation of what might have occurred on the day that Jesus was presented at the temple

Simeon’s Song of Praise – Aert de Gelder ( 1645-1727)

How dark, O Lord, this world without your light
in ritual we’ve vainly sought your grace
and yet your Spirit said You’d grant this sight:
before I die, I’d see my Savior’s face!

I thought that he’d arrive with show of power
to heal our land and set this people free
That when he came, within that very hour
O Lord, on Earth he’d place Your Monarchy

But now, against my chest I hold a Child
and from my eyes flow freely tears of joy
O Lord: your Son!  So small, so meek, so mild
To think: the Savior is an infant boy!

for many years, I’ve lived in expecation
release me now: for I have held Salvation!


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