Glimpse

When the fall, is feeling near
And all is reeling here
We need Your grace
A glimpse of Your face

When we've, become undone
Your light will overcome
A measure of grace
A glimpse of Your face

When our sin, threatened deep
Your strength caused us to leap
A response to grace,
A glimpse of Your face

Your love, it never stales,
Though many times we fail
A reminder of grace
A glimpse of Your face

When we fall, and stay down
And our hearts, wear a frown
A rejection of grace
A veer from Your face

When all, is dead and gone
And Your Light has overcome
The triumph of grace
A glimpse of Your face

When we see, You bright and full
And our praise, eternal
The fullness of grace
A life with Your face

we are the moon.... poetically

Rays of sun fly all around

look on up or feel the ground

the moon shines not of its own

reflecting only what it's shown

we are the moon

we are the moon

the moon with no sun is a lamp with no power

we are the moon shining light thats not ours

the call is to shine through word and through deed

giving of what we've so freely received

rays of sun fly all around

look on up or feel the ground

the moon shines not of its own

reflecting only what it's shown

we are the moon

shining in dark

we are the moon

to this night we embark

we are the moon

I love when nature points me to God and the Spirit has me express it by poetry.

Tonight is a great example.

the night becomes bright

when the moon reflects the Light

the night becomes bright

when the moon reflects His light

I originally had "shines the light" at the end and I remembered that the moon shines nothing by itself. It reflects the light and power and majesty and glory of our sun, our solar systems shining star and centerpiece.

Obviously, when the light of the sun comes upon the earth, darkness hides. Darkness can't be in presence of the light. The physical realities of dark and light are metaphor of the spiritual realities of God and His angels and Satan and his minions. This reminds of my favorite name of God: "Father of lights" from James 1:17.

What I saw tonight in the sky was the moon reflecting the sun. It lit up the sky. Piercing through the scattered clouds of the night, it shone quite brightly. There was light, even in the absence of earth's true light. So it is with us and God and the world. Physically, Christ (the Light of the world, John 8:12) is not with us anymore - He went to heaven to sit at the throne with the Father almost 2000 years ago.

We are the moon.

Matthews 5:15-16a has some insight into this: "[People do not] light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, yet your light shine before others...." (emphasis added)

A few questions come to mind... a) what is "our light"? and b) how do we "let it shine"?

"Our light" to be shone is the grace and mercy and blessing and teaching and all that we receive from the Triune God.

We "let it shine" alot of ways, some of which I blogged about earlier this year under the title of "Little Children" and those that follow. Although, I think it's deeper than "showing love." All this grace and mercy and blessing and teaching, etc. that we've received should be shown back to the world - those around us - the known and unknown. When God reveals to me a truth about Himself, am I to keep it only for myself and my notebook? I surely hope not. The truth learned is to be reflected upon a roommate or a bible study or a friend or even an entire congregation. Jesus continues (in Matt 5:16) "...so that [others] may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven." (emphasis added). I like the language "your Father." They are giving glory to God because of how He is my Father. How His kindness has been bestowed upon me causes others to praise. We do this all the time; we join each other in praise of God when one of us experiences the Light.

Christ has called: "let your light shine." He is our light. We are the moon, reflecting the light of God upon a place of darkness so that "others" will "give glory to" (praise!!) Him.

I'm too tired to keep writing... sorry!

Your grace...

will it catch me when i fall?

grow me when i'm small?

put a smile on this frown?

lift me when i'm down?

will it sing to my soul,

when i give up control?

Ups and Down

grace, sweet grace

gathers those fallen

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hurting

so hurting

i am hurting

can't stand up

doubting

so doubting

i am doubting

won't look up

falling

so falling

i am falling

can't find up

gracious

so gracious

You are gracious

brought me up

humbled

so humbled

i am humbled

face bowed down

Spring

Spring oh Spring:

makes everything green.

Green oh green!

What a lovely Spring!

The wind moves a million shoots of grass beautifully

Waves of air surfed by nature bring forth life

Scattered clouds shade patches of rolling hills

Rows of flowers shine under morning sun

Sun breaks through,

Light, cool breeze,

bright green hue:

Spring.

(I'm unsettled on this last part, poetically)

Rains poured out

Clouds said "bye"

...Time to sprout

Spring.

....happy Easter!!!

Awake.

Blue Sky.

Bright Sun.

He is risen. 

Hello Blog!

Two things today...

ONE: The garden is LOVING the rain!

Here are Daffodils #2 and #3. More on the way. These currently sit on my desk. The tulips rise a little bit more every day; I'm a bit worried they are getting TOO much water! (my mother says its fine though.)

TWO: I have started "Clouds".... here is what I have so far:

both grey and white

simultaneous

dark and bright

bring forth rain

throughout the night

blockade the sun

stealing its light

crash boom crack

lightning strikes back

thunder resounds

its' rumbles abound

These are way fun - particularly when the poems get more attention than my senior project and other things that graduation hinges on.

When I have time to blog about serious things, that will happen too... after March 5th i think.

first blog + poem

I like to write; many people dont know this. Write what? Poems, essays, songs, rambles, anything really about random stuff (random stuff = Christian things and nature things mostly, and alot of the time, they go together). Sometimes they are silly, other times they are serious - or somewhere in between. I tried to blog once, but I failed horribly.

anyway, here's the latest poem:

Hail

there's none like it;

i find it quite swell.

ice in the sky,

failing to melt.

hitting the ground,

bouncing to and fro,

little pitter-patters,

too dense to be snow.