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Covered Wagon

 

A modern covered wagon,
An RV just as long.
You rent it for a fortnight,
And bring your dog along.

You’re crammed into close quarters;
Your food you have to plan.
You bump into each other,
But trav’lin’ round is grand.

Your home is your conveyance,
The road leads on and on.
Sometimes you meet new people,
Or friends who’d said, “So long!”

You learn about your nation —
It’s people varied, great.
Don’t stop too long or often,
Or for your camp you’re late.

Some nights you’re almost shiv’ring,
And others, sweating lots,
But all along it’s worth it
To see fantastic spots.

So come along and travel
In RV, car, or plane,
But don’t forget to walk along
God’s glorious nature trail.

Insomnia

Can you hear the moon at night?
Its bright beams crashing in noisy light?
When sleepless eyelids long to rest,
With jangled thoughts – unwelcome guests.

Can you feel the soft night air,
The gentle breeze upon your hair?
At least in restless night you feel
Some hint of comfort, the air surreal.

And then beyond the restless fears,
Or aching leg, or head, or ear,
You find inside a solid place
That lets you sleep, with God’s good grace.

Before Time

“And God saw all that He had made,
and behold, it was very good.” (Genesis 1:31a)

———————-

He saw you in His endless dream,
Before a man and woman met —
(No matter if they married were,
Or married, but not loving,
Or married happily, mayhap)
Before a man and woman met —
He knew you.

Before the stars wheeled in the sky
Or crickets sang their lullaby
Before the moon was in earth’s sky —
He knew you.

Before the wind rushed through the grass
Before a still lake shined like glass
Before the young man met his lass —
He knew you.

Planned before the universe
Planned before the poet’s first verse
Planned as blessing, not a curse —
He planned you.

Not a random speck of dust
Planned with care, not in a rush
Surely know this truth you must —
He planned you.

Resting in His mighty hand
Be you poor or richly grand
This truth you must now understand —
He loves you.

God’s Providence

If You did not my soul inflame,
If You did not fill lungs with breath,
If You did not my mind engage,
Sure, that would be my sorry death.

Without Your spirit, none can live,
E’en those who do not yet believe.
It’s by Your providence, I know,
There’s reason to rejoice, or grieve.

We cannot understand Your ways;
We grope about, sometimes in ruin.
Or graced, find better ways of life —
But death, the whys will then illumine.

Scattered Dreams

Why, in scattered dreams do I
Remember childhood fantasies,
Of growing up, of painful times —
And also happiness and ease.
Who can give the why, wherefore?
Who can know why life is spent
On fruitless searches, till the time
God’s grace on other road does send?
Am I to blame for all those years
In ignorance and darkness spent?
Or must the drama take its course
For story to have happy end?

I Must Believe

I must believe God’s faithful love,
Else madness will my soul o’ertake.
If on myself I fix my eyes,
Despair will be my sorry fate.

I must believe, though I could choose
An easier path; with tide to swim,
To let opinion rule my life
And let the light within me dim.

I must believe the words God speaks,
When worldly cares do contradict.
As storm does rage; no shelter found —
But in God’s boat, all grace begins.

I must believe, and then one day
A shining light will lead my soul.
No longer strife and stress to sway,
My life at last found healed and whole.

In Your Eyes

A tiny speck, a mote of dust.

One of millions — of wind, a tiny gust.

 

A tiny atom, or particle minute.

All but invisible; a trivial pursuit.

 

So insignificant, mostly unknown.

Almost invisible — like a bird now flown.

 

But in Your eyes, Lord, as Your gaze falls on me,

I am soon made whole, and touch eternity.

Before I Knew

Before I knew You loved me
Life was a desperate chore
A crashing bore
A quest for more

Before I knew You cared
Life was painful torture
A dissonant overture
A misplaced embouchure

Before I knew Your plan for me
(Or at least that there was one)
Life was confusion
A strong delusion
An ugly contusion

And then I knew —
And all was bright
And all was light
If only for a while

Now I go about in the dark
Working out Your plan
As best I can

Bring Them to the Cross

Your broken body,
Your fractured faith,
Your shattered dreams —
To the cross now take.

Your failed friendships,
Your social gaffes,
The misunderstandings —
Under the cross, now past.

The things you wanted,
The things you lost,
All worldly dealings —
Now bring them to the cross.

Let them go and
Let them be.
Just put them down
Under the tree.

Release the burden,
Let go the weight;
Then God, His love
Will demonstrate.

America’s Greatness

What made America great?
People with a faith, lived well —
Not those who merely said the words,
But from their lives, their faith would tell.

What made America great?
People who did persevere —
Through sickness, famine, poverty;
Through trials, hardships, deadly fear.

Have we lost the vision now?
Too cynical, too rich, somehow?
Too comfortable and too well-fed;
Too easy life, our sin to dread?

Then faithful voices, being quenched;
The kind, the gentle, with poison drenched.
Poison of criticism, poison of hate —
The voices of reason, many berate.

But lest we despair, let’s now give pause.
For all of this, there is a cause.
The devil knows his time is short;
All reason, love, he will abort.

When times are dark,
When love’s light dims,
Look for the light
You’ll find in Him.

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