Palm Sunday

“Hosanna!” roared the multitude
while they cast to the ground
their cloaks and branches cut from palms
for He who would be crowned

to cast from them once and for all
that foreign Roman horde
They’d fin’ly have one of their own
to be their king and lord

A king who’d rule on their behalf
is what they came to make:
this man who rode a donkey’s colt
should make the Caesar shake!

He’d take Jerusalem by storm
is what that crowd all thought
what would they do though when they found
that’s not the kind of King they’d got…


The painter’s praise

“Sing songs of praise!” The pastor said,
“extolling God above
for is there any better way
besides of course to stop and pray
to show to Him our love?”

And as he looked out at the crowd
they all rose up to sing
except one man, still sitting down
looked up and stated, with a frown,
“I have no song to bring”

Upset by this, the pastor asked,
“Why don’t you wish to praise?”
“I do not have a singing voice
so I don’t sing. That is my choice
yet glories still I raise!”

I paint, you see, and canvas is
where I see God most clear
with ev’ry brush stroke that I place
I breath His name and feel His grace
and know that He is near

At this the pastor paused and said,
“I see that you are right,
that praise in song is just one way
to tell God of our love each day
and walk within His light”

So maybe singing is your gift
Perhaps though it is not
My friend if praising is your aim,
we don’t all have to praise the same
Just praise with what you’ve got!

Philipians 2:6-11

In the church that I attend, or pastor taught us that many scholars believe that Philipians 2:6-11 was actually an early church hymn. I wanted to try my hand at turning the text into a poem/song. I haven’t set this to music yet, but here are the lyrics:

You were in very essence God
and could have worn a crown
but that’s not why you came to earth
and so you set that glory down

Becoming nothing for our sake
the flesh of man you wore
you chose to fill a servant’s role
though you were worthy of much more

Chorus:
In heights above and depths below
and here upon the earth
let each knee bend down at the name
and ev’ry tongue and voice proclaim
let praises and Hosannas flow
extolling Jesus’ worth

To please your Father was your aim
with each and ev’ry breath
you humbly sought to do his will
obeying even in your death

Willingly you faced the cross
and willingly you died
so God exalted you on high
to where you sit on His right side

Chorus:
In heights above and depths below
and here upon the earth
let each knee bend down at the name
and ev’ry tongue and voice proclaim
let praises and Hosannas flow
extolling Jesus’ worth

It’s Cold Outside

It’s COLD outside! The Kelvin scale
shows minus twenty two
a scientist said “that can’t be!”
I swear though that it’s true!
I saw a polar bear out there
it’s fur had turned all blue
so I am gonna stay inside
that’s where I think that I will hide
(I couldn’t go out if I tried
the door is frozen too!)

~~

In the part of Canada where I live, we have been experiencing cold weather worse than any in the last hundred years or so. We’ve been hitting temperatures (including the wind chill) colder than -50 C (about -60 F)(OK…-22 K might be a slight exaggeration). With weather this cold, I need to turn to a bit of humour to “warm things up a bit”. Also, there are no polar bears in this area…but I’m pretty sure that if there were, they would be turning blue!

For those not familiar with the Kelvin Scale, it is a temperature rating system where 0 represents the coldest temperature theoretically possible (at 0 K, all atomic motion would stop), so minus 22 K is scientifically impossible

Faith and Miracles

I prayed to God a while back
and said “I need a sign
some miracle that proves to me
that you’re indeed divine

Some wondrous work is all I want
It’s all I need to know
some thing that science can’t explain
will help my faith to grow”

I saw no miracles that day
no signs from Father God
and so I said “I must conclude
that He must be a fraud

But then I prayed more recently
“Lord help my faith to grow
so even when there is no sign

That even then I’ll know you’re God
and since that day I’ve found
that when I look with eyes of faith
God’s miracles abound!

Clean

I thank you Lord that I am clean
and that my clothes are white
That I don’t walk in places dark
but only in the light

God sent his Son into this world
a stinking stable stall
was where the Saviour of the earth
came here to start it all

I thank you Lord that I am clean
and that my clothes are white
That I don’t walk in places dark
but only in the light

With fishermen he spent much time
and when the catch was done
he helped to clean those stinking fish
this man who was God’s Son

I thank you Lord that I am clean
and that my clothes are white
That I don’t walk in places dark
but only in the light

And near his final days on earth
they crucified the Lord
with whips and nails they bloodied him
then pierced Him with a sword

I thank you Lord that I am clean
and that my clothes are white
That I don’t walk in places dark
but only in the light

The Saviour came and said to me
“my son I love you so”
and then he tried embracing me
Appalled I shouted “NO!”

“My Lord, I’m clean! My clothes are white
Your garments are a mess
if you would touch me in your state
I couldn’t stand the stress!”

“My child, hear me when I say
don’t be too pure for me
for only washed in my red blood
can you be truly clean

I thank you Lord that now I see
I’m neither clean nor white
You came to save me from my dark
I fin’ly see Your Light

~~ 

Today in church, our pastor spoke about some of the things that that can quench the fire of our relationship with God. The first thing he spoke of was pride. The poem above was inspired by what he said.

Renovation Blues

The reno guys are here again
To fix all they’ve done wrong
They’ve been here far too many times
I hate this dance and song
Each time they come I have the hope
“This time they’ll do it right”
But have the feeling in my gut
That I’ll still have to fight
For them to paint things properly
To fix each mess they’ve made
‘Cause so far every job they’ve done
Would get a failing grade
But maybe I’m to hard on them
Perhaps I shouldn’t grouse
They’ll do it right this time, I’m sure! …
…They just blew up the house…

An honest worship song

I cannot sing the hymns of old
with true and honest heart
the words I sing and how I feel
are paths that oft’ depart
I like to sing of rivers faced
that all’s well with my soul
“but is it well?” I have to ask
“not always” truth be told
and as for anchors holding strong
upon life’s troubled sea
it’s hard, sometimes, to trust in things
that can’t be seen by me
I must confess that I am one
whose faith is far too small
for when I’m told by God to trust
I still fear that I’ll fall
I cannot say “Lord I believe”
when doubts are still so strong
So Lord, please take my disbelief
and turn it into song:
A song of slowly growing faith
of walking with my King
Lord turn my doubting into praise
and give me faith to sing!
Yes turn my doubting into praise
and give me faith to sing!

Napowrimo 2018 – day 8

MORIA

The tunnel twists and turns about
And stretches ever on
How long until I see the end
And see the light of dawn?

Too long I’ve wandered in the dark
I’ve tripped too oft to name
Each turn I think ‘the end is near’
But ev’ry turn’s the same

At every juncture in the path
I must choose left or right
But cannot know if what I chose
Will lead to dark or light

I need a guide to take my hand
To guide me through this maze
So I might once again behold
The sunlight’s glorious blaze

I’m lost in here and near despair
I’m weary heart and bone
I need a guide to take my hand
Too long I’ve been alone

I need a guide to take my hand
To guide me back to home.

~~

For napowrimo.net. off prompt yet again.

Dear Future Me

Dear future me:

I understand that I’m to blame
for who you have become
that choices that I make today
contribute to the sum
of what and who I’ll someday be
a person good or bad
and so I’m sorry if my choices
somehow make you sad
but please don’t be too frustrated
it’s not my fault, you see
for who I am is all the fault
of that fool past tense me.

~~

A letter poem for NaPoWriMo