late winter sunlight
shimmers on calm water
flotilla of ducks breaking through
lone american kestrel
perched on high wire
dining on morning catch
sun shining over wrong shoulder
for the work commute :
oh what a wondrous Saturday
late winter sunlight
shimmers on calm water
flotilla of ducks breaking through
lone american kestrel
perched on high wire
dining on morning catch
sun shining over wrong shoulder
for the work commute :
oh what a wondrous Saturday
Therefore, let us strive to enter into that rest, so that no one may fall after the same example of disobedience. Heb 4:11
He forgave the sinner
He cured the lame
still their heart was hardened
there will be no rest
the mind may believe the scriptures
the lips may profess the creed
if the heart is hardened
there will be no rest
my eyes see his miracles
my lips glorify his name
unless my heart loves
there will be no rest
unless i love God
and all my neighbors
as i love myself
i will have no rest
Take care, brothers and sisters, that none of you may have an evil and unfaithful heart, so as to forsake the living God. Heb 3:12
i am the living God
when you see a sunrise
the light beneath a bird in flight
a painting come to life
i am the living God
when you hear a sparrow sing
the laughter of children playing
the stillness of the early hours
i am the living God
when you smell the smoke of a wood fire
the aroma of baking bread
the fragrance of honey suckle
i am the living God
when you taste a vine ripened grape
water from a clear running stream
the Bread of Life
i am the living God
when you feel the grass under your feet
hold a newborn in your arms
take the hand of a stranger
i am the living God
i am always with you
in the solitude of deserted places
the miracles of ordinary days
and free those who through fear of death had been subject to slavery all their life. – Heb 2:15
that day in the old church
sitting at a friend’s funeral
even the stained glass window
could not keep out your saving light
that night in the hot tent
awakened by gripping fear
holding on desperately
by a rosary counted on fingers
that morning in the chapel
i was sure the door was locked
and i was shut out forever
from the inner sanctuary
that moment when i first knew
the beating of my own heart
was a knocking on the door
to a hidden inner sanctum
every aware moment since
i opened the door to the God
who came and died to show
that death is not the end of Love
Yet you have made him little less than angels,
crowned him with glory and honor. – Ps 8:6
we are born
little less than angels
and for awhile
we remain in that state
until we are told the lie
over and over
until little by little
we come to believe
we are much
less than angels
soon we find ourselves
far removed from eden
all that’s is left for us
the daily struggle to obtain
the object of our fall
the crown of honor and glory
once a birthright
now the chains and shackles
that bind and enslave us
and we forget
that we were made
little less than angels
until He was born
little less than angels
but He was immune
to the lies of the world
choosing instead
the baptism of death
and in his rising
He restored the memory
that we were made
little less than angels
come let us embrace
the Lord of our hearts
the Child Healer
lest we forget
that we were made
little less than angels