All Poems ⁽⁵⁶⁾

A moment is all that God asks of us; done in a heart beat or blink of an eye: such moments sacrificed for Christ Jesus are love-offerings God will glorify. I, who want life, give my moments to God; my every heartbeat and blink of…

Our life’s agony – a lonely life, a rebel heart or unwanted strife… is trouble and sorrow great to bear, yet, there is no burden we can’t share with Jesus Angels grieve to see our errant way, still, their gentle hands before us lay: their…

What if God chose for His Own a unique servant nation? Would their purpose still remain to serve on earth in His name…or is this now a forgotten oblation? If God did choose a people – how might they be seen (as) ‘apart’? Surely they…

When I first became aware of you You seemed too good to be true I discovered what a comfort you could be You’d go almost anywhere with me Or just stay home In those days I would find the time and money to be with…

Many people who trust in the name of Jesus Christ find this world a strange place; people are as shadows born to die in an old prison full of dead men walking over dry and brittle bones. Yet, some prisoners live with (faint) Hope, some…

Where have you gone… where do I look that I might follow aft’? My heart weeps for those honeyed days when we smiled sweet and laughed. What can I do? What must I say? From what shall I refrain to wander not this earth alone,…

Come one and all from distant shore, and step in through Cape Breton’s door: beyond the steelyards, black coal mines, grow green valleys and mountain pines; where highway gray meets ocean blue and purple lupines wave at you. Time itself stops for “tea” and lunch;…

When childhood trust is damaged, pain sheds a bitter tear; too often we search darkly through our memories, unclear. Recalling with hostile vengeance, childhood pain or abuse, we’re tempted to reject – despise, God’s gift: the healing truce. Will we give Satan what he craves…

children sigh children cry draw them nigh give them hope Jesus Would Jesus Could Always Good Gives Us Hope children hear children fear bring them near give them hope Jesus Does Just Because Jesus Loves Gives Us Hope children bleed children plead we must heed…

From gold made pure by long-suffering, weaved with silver refined by our tears, are sewn our Clothes Of Glory; kept hidden until finished at the end of all our years. Created by the Master Tailor for the Greatest Day in all of time: His stitches…