Joyful Groaning

sunset-3325080_1920That which we all long for,
Is Joy we have not seen,
It is the beauty of pure love,
In the face of Majesty.

Christ, our greatest longing,
Intense Joy beyond all,
Meets desire to be satisfied,
Since the dark dawn of the fall.

Come again, Bright Morning,
Come joyful, Lord Jesus,
For until your faithful return,
There is no resting in us.

Growing hunger endures,
Like the thirst of dry land,
Nothing in the world is enough,
To fulfill the heart of man.

We plead for small glimpses,
We struggle to truly see,
For beauty is clouded by sin,
While joy is stained with ugly.

So we groan on our way,
Longing, crying, praying,
Dying to enter forever,
Where True Joy is preparing.

Behind the lines

For the times we struggle for joy, yet know there is hope and joy to come. Where waiting with patience means a joyful groan.

[18] For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. [19] For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. [20] For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope [21] that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. [22] For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. [23] And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. [24] For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? [25] But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience (Romans 8:18-25 ESV).



Love Remained


All was beauty, all was song,
All was evil, all was wrong,
Destroyed, drowned, every town,
Love remained.

Altogether, all one tongue,
All confused, all tools hung,
Silenced, cursed, dispersed,
Love remained

All enslaved, all plagues come,
All rescued, Almighty won,
Complained, fed, cloud led,
Love remained.

All God’s people, all twelve tribes,
Altar of bronze, all the scribes,
Religion, pride, great divide,
Love remained.

Almighty comes, all angels sing,
Alleluia, all praise the King,
Despised, tried, denied,
Love remained.

All in sorrow, all the shame
All completed, all the pain,
Forsaken, crowned, renowned,
Love remained.

All astonished, all relieved,
All death conquered, all believe,
Risen, Lord, adored,
Love remained.

All have heard it, all made known,
All have seen Him, all below,
Returned, King, anthems ring,
Love remained.

All is beauty, all is song,
No more evil, no more wrong,
Renewed, changed, unstained,
Love remained.

In Between


Reading makes me write,
Writing won’t let me read,
But when I’m stuck in between,
Nothing is achieved.

Dying will not live,
Living will never die,
But while I’m here in between,
One must say goodbye.

Sleeping knows no time,
Timing can never sleep,
But when I fall in between,
An alarm I must keep.

Working longs for rest,
Resting resists work,
But when I go in between,
The back and forth sure hurts.

Adding more makes sense,
Sensing no more to add,
But if you’re caught in between,
You may, like me, be mad.

The Blood Dripped


The blood dripped on the broken ground,
Covering the sand and stones,
With each drop the earth trembled,
And the Son of Man groaned.

The blood dripped and the dust was stirred,
Moved by Great Weight and the Wind,
The dust was blown away by Love,
For this Man had never sinned.

The blood dripped as the flies gathered,
To drink from the Son of God,
Their feet washed by His royalty,
A foretaste of what’s to come.

The blood dripped as He breathed His last,
Under a darkened sky,
Then it flowed down the metal spear,
Mixed with water from His side.

The blood dripped on the rough cut wood,
Made for murderers and thieves,
The tree without roots would bear fruit,
Nourished by the Prince of Peace.

The blood dripped, the blood dripped,
From the Son of God…

Behind the lines

Hebrews 9:22…without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins.

Goodnight, Snow White

Photo Credit: Krista Williams
Photo Credit: Krista Williams

I kissed Snow White goodnight,
Then tucked her into bed.
I left a hug on her cheek,
And this is what she said,
“Goodnight, my handsome prince,”
Goodnight, Snow White.

I woke Snow White from her sleep,
Then helped her out of bed.
I gave to her a morning hug,
And this is what she said,
“Good morning, Sweet Daddy,”
Good morning, Snow White.

I left Snow White to go to work,
Where I labored to get paid,
And as I focused on my tasks,
I thought about what she might say,
“Good job, hardworking Daddy,”
Thank you, Snow White.

Snow White had her school routine,
Where she wrote and she read,
Then off she danced to ballet class,
Where mom drove her there and said,
“Dance well, Snow White,”
“I will, Mommy.”

I left my work to get Snow White,
And battled the traffic ahead.
While I was fighting through,
Her words popped in my head,
“Good morning, Sweet Daddy,”
Good morning, Snow White.

I finally rescued Snow White,
But she would have stayed instead,
For she loved to dance and dance,
And this is what she said,
“Thank you for getting me,”
You’re welcome, Snow White.

We returned safely home,
And I told her, Time for bed.
I left a hug on her cheek,
And this is what she said,
“Goodnight, my handsome prince,”
Goodnight, Snow White.

Behind the lines

A children’s story based on my dancing daughter, Allison, who recently performed in Snow White.





Why do I long for the wealth of this world,
Where thieves steal and moths destroy,
When there’s a Treasure, reigning forever,
In the realm of endless joy?

Left to myself, without riches of grace,
I think of where I would be,
Grasping for things that quickly fade away,
Drowning in an angry sea.

Behind the lines

In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight (Ephesians 1:7-8 ESV).

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God (Ephesians 2:8 ESV).

Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal,  but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also (Matthew 6:19-21 ESV).

The Sin Problem


The vast problem of sin,
Is not solved through the law,
If works are the answer,
It means death for us all.

But there’s grace upon grace,
Multiplied by great love,
The sum of redemption,
Is the product of God.

Indivisible Three,
Holy, Righteous and Just,
The Merciful Sovereign,
Equals death on a cross.

With Christ’s power to raise,
Has left our sin canceled,
And His math now embraced.

The formula of grace,
Substitutes the fallen,
With Christ as the Answer,
To the giant sin problem.

Through the Old Window


Old Window

Through the old window,
I look and see,
Dying pink roses,
Cows dotting a field,
And the breeze moving leaves on trees.

Through the old window,
I look and see,
Dirty panes once cleaned,
Weathered by use and years,
Protected by peeling paint and screens.

Through the old window,
I see long days,
Of work and summer fun,
Where hay was cut, trucks picked up,
And a boy climbed fences to play.

Through the old window,
I look anew,
Wondering who stopped here,
To gaze into their past,
Did they see with a different view?

Slow Summer Rain



Leaves like piano keys

bend in the rain

Strange notes are arranged

to relax as they play

Drops dance and gently pop

in pools on the ground

Violent waves grow silent

in streams they have found

Washing and massaging

my ears along their way

A soothing symphony

on a sleepy Saturday.



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