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)

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