Israel, what would you have YHWH declare? You only are acceptable to the LORD? If this were so, toward heaven you’d go by flesh or deed…not by His truth-sharp sword. What has YHWH Himself proclaimed? “Many are blind, many won’t listen”. He calls all out…
What use was she, this child? Yet, she tried: she’d gather up her tears and hide. God looked at her, His child. “Soon,” He sighed: one day she’d see the tears He cried. Never truly a child: ’twas denied until she blossomed by His side.
God loves us with His colors: artists know this well. With Princely drops of bluest blood the Royal Son took Hell. Red canvas of salvation? Portrait of our LORD. It’s He Who painted thorny crown, a cross and one last sword. God loves us all!…
Some read books with an eagle’s eye. Some watch TV to find out why. Some use fingers to read a book. Some use their ears to take a look. My nose and I don’t use a book! I read the wind to take a look.
When I see a resentful Black Face, I see Old Adam’s Darker Race. When I see a condescending White Face, I see Old Eve’s Paler Race. I see said the Blind Man. When I look Right, there’s Old Adam. Oppressive. When I look Left, there’s Old Eve. Hysterical. Neither truly embraced God’s Love Message. Neither rose…
Who are Heaven’s residents? Many lived and died to bring us only Jesus Christ: God the Saviour King Who set mankind free. Is Heaven sorrowed when, instead of Jesus, other names are borrowed to bless us, protect us, ever our providers be? Are the loyal…
In this way? Just a kindly hand to rock the crib, from which springs forth a faithful disciple whom Jesus loves for ever? Let us be content. Or this way? Just a tiny seed that yields the fruit which nourishes the thirsty lips of those…
“LORD, I would love my brothers, others, that naught in me sorrows Thee.” Too late…failing, wailing before Him, I’d plead on humbled knee, “Jesus, reel in my blame, my shame; make sweet this bitter heart in me.” “LORD, I would forfeit all things, shun kings,…
Standing on our hands, we kiss: one great pool of happy flesh; no two people love as we. Such perfect gymnasts: flawless! Up and down we balance and marvel at our harmony. A careless glance. We fall and tumble down. Reaching around, only empty space…
Love’s blessings are at times such humble gifts; we might leave them at the door; learn too late their worth to us. What’s more, they might get lost; adrift, to settle on some distant shore. Oh, that we would search far and wide and bring…