"Watch your life and doctrine closely"
As I walk into the funeral, There’s no sadness, grief or tears, But faces full of wonder, No more plagued by fears. No flowers for the family, Not a wailing soul in sight. The clothes weren’t black or mournful, But bright garments of white. No one weighed down by their sorrow, Or grief too strong…
The path is dark and lonely, What am I doing here? All day long, my doubts grow strong, I’m blinded by my fear. My weakness overwhelms me, My thoughts lead me astray, Against my sin, I cannot win, I am not okay. Can anyone be trusted? Anger rules the day. We hide and grin, it…
They say stand against abortion bans, But let us not forget, Abortions bans are murder bans, And there are none of us who get, To decide who lives or dies, That’s a child in the womb, Can you hear the silent cries, As 60 million meet their doom? Women can do what they want with…
As I journey through the valley, I see setting sun, Darkness closes in on me, I have nowhere to run. Hidden in the darkness, Enemies abound, In the valley of the shadow, Death is all around. No more rays of light or hope, Why did He lead me here? I hear a distant, still small…
I’ve come to the end of myself, My inabilities are made clear, There is so much I cannot do, And it’s failure that I fear. Being a parent is challenging, I cannot change the heart. I teach and model what Scripture says, And hope they don’t depart. Leadership shows my weakness, Victories seem so few,…
If you haven’t checked out the poetry of George Herbert, I recommend it. Jim Scott Orrick provides 52 of Herbert’s best-loved poems, along with a guide to help interpret. One of my personal favorites is a narrative poem from the perspective of Christ, “The Sacrifice.” It’s long but good. Check it out: The Sacrifice Oh…
My bitter heart grows heavy, another unanswered prayer, How long O Lord, until you answer And rid the body of this cancer, No, this isn’t fair! My pleas just hit the ceiling, silence fills the air, Now my pain the great enhancer, Taking joy, no more a dancer, How much do you care? Christmas a…
I can hear their whispers and feel the awkward stare, they assume because I cannot see, I must not know or care. They view me as an outcast, my existence, to them, bane I felt their judgment my whole life, and grown numb to the pain. They think it’s something that I’ve done,…