Children cry in hunger
As parents strive for food;
Still their hearts are unfed.
So many lives are empty,
So many walk alone.
Reaching out for something
They cannot seem to find.
This is my command:
Take your brother’s hand
And love him as I have first loved you.
Let the warmth of your embrace
Give him strength to run the race.
Broken people wonder:
“O God, where can You be?”
Share my heart with those who weep
And bring them back to me.
May your love’s work be the evidence of grace.
I believe in light
I believe if light exists there will be dark
I believe in good
I believe if good exists there will be evil
I believe in kindness
I believe if kindness exists there will be cruelty
I believe in generosity
I believe if generosity exists there will be greed
I believe in love
I believe if love exists there will be hate
I believe in hope
I believe if hope exists there will be despair
I believe in courage
I believe if courage exists there must be fear
I believe in You
I believe if You exist there must be a place where You do not
And I don’t ever want to find that place!
Over and over we have touched
Every created thing on this earth.
Some moments –
As gentle as goose down.
Other times we shriek
As if we have a score to settle.
But we do not.
We have no evil intent.
Often we lull you
To sleep with our breeze,
Yet we will occasionally
In the middle of the night
As we rattle the house
With the icy blasts of winter.
We are calm,
We are wild,
We are part of your life.
Embrace us, for we embrace you.
We are THE WIND.
Imagine the scene.
The soldiers huddled in a circle,
Their eyes turned downward.
Casting lots for Christ’s possessions.
The criminal above them is forgotten.
Common soldiers witnessing
The world’s most uncommon event,
And they don’t even know it.
Jesus is just another criminal.
The cross is forgotten!
It makes me think of us.
Every believer in the land.
The strict. The simple.
Upper church. Lower church.
Are we so unlike these soldiers?
We, too, play games at the foot of the cross.
We compete for members.
We scramble for status.
Competition. Selfishness. Personal gain.
It’s all there.
So close to the cross,
Yet so far from the blood.
Constantly finding fault with others,
We act like common crapshooters
Huddled in groups
And fighting over silly opinions.
We split into little huddles
And then, God forbid,
We split again.
So close to the cross,
But so far from the Christ.
“That they all may be one”, Jesus prayed.
One. Not in groups.
But one in one.
One church. One faith. One Lord.
No denominations. No traditions.
Getting late for a meeting,
Slung his coat over the shoulder,
He bounded out of the house.
As he drove away, she came
Running down the stairs two at a time.
‘Wait, wait’, she said,
But he had already left.
Her mouth crumpled
Like a used wrapping paper.
He forgot to give her a goodbye kiss,
She whispered in a trembled voice.
She called him saying accusingly
That he left without giving her a kiss.
‘I am sorry darling’, he said.
‘It’s okay’, she said,
Trying to be grown up,
As she cut the call.
Gulped down her breakfast gloomily,
Wore her shoes, picked her school bag
And started to walk out of the door.
As she climbed down the steps,
The car stopped outside the house.
He got out of the car.
She ran to him, her face lit up.
‘I’m sorry I forgot’, he said.
He picked her up and hugged her.
Said nothing, her jaw ached from smiling.
On the edge of the cliff
He stood in fear
For the demons of darkness
Had forced him there
Making him believe that
They knew best
Sometimes out of sight
They were always there
Waiting in the background
For the right time
They lived inside the mind
The demons were deadly
Their evilness endured
He stood on the cliff
To end the fight
Then he ceased and thought
Will fight them one more night
Fear in my heart, and cold in my soul,
On unsteady feet I stand up to you
To hear the decision of the jury.
Tears in my eyes, dry throat,
I take the responsibility of your broken heart,
I must take my punishment.
You’re the victim here;
I cannot linger on what I feel.
I can’t dwell on my pain seeing you suffer,
You are the only one for me.
I stumbled, I tripped,
But I’m still where I’m meant to be.
I realized when you looked at me,
The damage I’ve done is vast.
No matter how much I plead on my knees,
I’m sorry won’t cut it this time.
But “I am sorry”,
I think about your pain.
The sorrow in your voice is breaking me down.
This is not about me.
I patiently wait for your choice.
Knowing I’m not worth it,
Praying you still love me.
I won’t give up on us;
I stand here looking for