The Aisle

aisle-1854098_1920She had her hair up in the latest style,
As we watched flowers fall to the floor,
He was waiting at the end of the aisle,
And soon they would open the doors.

I remember when she first learned to walk,
How she bounced as I held her hands,
And the day she learned how to ride her bike,
She wrecked, but we tried it again.

Then I saw the place of our breakfast dates,
Where we went early before school,
And her messy room with homework hug-breaks,
When tears and emotions were cruel.

I thought about drives home on ballet nights,
Her bare feet propped up on the dash,
Toe prints on windows, but I didn’t mind,
It was life on a flowered path.

She had her hair up in the latest style,
And he was waiting…
At the end of the aisle.

Job’s Song

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I am reduced to dry tears,
Everything of worth is gone,
Should I curse Almighty God,
And dread the day of my birth?

For God is not like a man,
How can I contend with Him?
And what of these friends I have,
Am I already condemned?

Is there not an Arbiter,
Who knows my sorrow and pain,
A Savior who goes between,
The Holy One and my woes?

For God is not like a man,
How can I contend with Him?
And what of this Friend I have,
Whose grace I can’t comprehend?

Creative God of Wonders,
Commander of the Morning,
The Redeemer of lost men,
You are Perfect in Power.

Behind the lines

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he who testifies for me is on high.

My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God, that he would argue the case of a man with God, as a son of man does with his neighbor.

For when a few years have come I shall go the way from which I shall not return. (Job 16:19-22 ESV)

For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth. 

And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another.

My heart faints within me!  (Job 19:25-27 ESV)

Toothpaste

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Most small children like to eat it,
Older kids don’t think they need it,
Most adults can’t live without it,
‘Til their brand is gone – don’t doubt it.

It’s purchased in white, blue, or pink,
And makes a mess in any sink,
It will disappear overnight,
A tube with wings in secret flight.

It foams at the mouth when it’s used,
Under pressure it feels abused,
It doesn’t like brushes with death,
And starts to squirm near morning breath.

I think it likes carpet the best,
But shirts are high up on the list,
You never want it in your hair,
But must use it or face that chair.

Tears

prayer-1269776_1920One knee beside the other,
But few words can be uttered,
I hear giant rolls of thunder,
Instead of my tears.

Rising to the window now,
I see the lights glow from town,
As the rain starts pouring down,
In sympathy tears.

Each streak of lightning reveals,
Scary trees and thunder peals,
I know how the windows feel,
Exposed in their fears.

With faces covered in rain,
I empathize with their pain,
And attempt to pray again,
But it spills out tears.

One knee beside the other,
But few words can be uttered,
I hear giant rolls of thunder,
Instead of my tears.

Behind the lines

Sometimes we need to grieve, or weep with those who weep (Romans 12:15). However, we do not grieve as if there is no hope. Our hope is in the Lord Jesus Christ (1 Thessalonians 4:13-18).

Caffeine

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I thought today was tomorrow,
But that was yesterday,
Hiking the week has been a maze,
And I’ve not passed the peak.

Oh, what a crime, those stolen hours,
Sped this suspenseful climb,
The clock betrayed moments unblazed,
And now I’ve lost my rhyme.

Within seconds of sure defeat,
Epiphany reckoned,
And said, of course, “Your score is par,
But should have been much worse.“

“Assist your brain and get some rest,
Let all the caffeine drain,
Those lightning bolts to Frankenstein,
May be the cause for blame.”

Sights, Sounds, & Observations

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Bicycles and basketballs,
White spindles along the stairs,
Pedals on a piano,
And toothpaste that disappears.

A flute plays in a bedroom,
As someone beats their high score,
While cars race in a bath tub,
Near wet towels on the floor.

Dishes like to stay dirty,
Crumbs multiply when you sweep,
Bobby pins do not write well,
And LEGOs are bad for feet.

Cereal is for parents,
When children eat all the food,
But once they fill up their bowls,
The milk will be empty too.

Something New

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I perused poems for half an hour,
Beyond my bed’s curfew,
But when I finished reading them,
I longed to write anew.

She was a nice piece of paper,
Who danced with ink before,
And when pressed, she was open to,
More words she could explore.

The pen was searching for his cap,
And said he needed work,
So I hired him right off the floor,
And hoped he would not shirk.

The three of us wrote together,
With a cross-out or two,
But there in marginal lines stood,
Our friend named Something New.

The Battle

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Arise, O LORD, the battle calls,
The enemy surrounds my soul,
They’re firing bullets filled with lies,
And each round says there is no hope.

Arise, my Defender, arise,
Hear my cries and encourage me,
For the battle is Yours to win,
Stand and the enemy will flee.

Arise, Wounded Savior, arise,
You have stood to fight for Your own,
And I will rest in the grace supplied,
As You sustain me from Your throne.

Arise, all God’s people, arise,
The enemy will be no more,
The final battle call will sound,
And death will die and lose the war.

Behind the lines

Save Me, O My God

A PSALM OF DAVID, WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM HIS SON.

O LORD, how many are my foes! Many are rising against me;
many are saying of my soul, there is no salvation for him in God. Selah

But you, O LORD, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. I cried aloud to the LORD, and he answered me from his holy hill. Selah

I lay down and slept; I woke again, for the LORD sustained me.
I will not be afraid of many thousands of people who have set themselves against me all around. Arise, O LORD!

Save me, O my God! For you strike all my enemies on the cheek;
you break the teeth of the wicked. Salvation belongs to the LORD; your blessing be on your people! Selah (Psalm 3 ESV)

 

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