Saturday, December 12, 2015

Come Quickly

Men whose souls are crushed and poisoned
Force the innocent to die.
We cry...we cry, "Come quickly!"

Those who hate are hurting others;
Those who love are told they hate.
We wait...we wait. Come quickly!

Many overfill their senses;
Many more feel hunger, need.
We plead...we plead, "Come quickly!"

He whose hands touched earth and heaven
Calls to each of us by name.
He says, "I GO!"

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Alight - Luke 8:17

My soul-lamp, corroded and stained,
Flickers a low, oily light
And smokes a covering shroud,

Until the flame itself burns hot,
Consuming the dark, the night,
Revealing the watching crowd.

Conflagrate your love, my Fire!
Reveal my depths
'Til only light is my desire!