The kiss of a friend, set you up to be rent.   Still you gave him a cheek, with a long teary streak.   How your heart ached and mourned, when his eyes looked at your’n.   For in his gaze you perceived, your loving trust so deceived.   And you knew he’d be lost,

While walking in darkness, sure and proud, I was fearful of nothing, and talking loud.   I produced a plan by which to achieve and gain, even manifest at the expense of others’ pain.   Your laws, and your life, seemed insignificant, at best, though secretly I hoped you’d be there, if put to the

As from the outside looking in, it does separate us, does my sin, it separates us, does my sin, it empties me sore cold, it empties me sore, does my sin.            As from the inside looking out, you do bind us, do you devout, you bind us, do you devout, you fill me

A boxer’s praising recollections…  O, my Lord, the fight started out so badly. He stalked me and caught me with some hard blows that rocked me and buckled me. I tried to stick and move and dance but he was so fast; my what fast, fast hands he had, and the fight kept going his

  —Earthy Things—   Our practical universe functions algorithmically in a framework of causality, and causality is exactly preserved irrespective of mundane points of view, of which none is preferred—directionally, quantitatively—because God willed it to be so.   Space and time are different aspects of the same thing, and the speed of light in vacuum

BELOVED flock we, all yours, Expensive, O, the purse. Last, last, we, became first, Overthrown, gone, sore, sore curse. Verily grateful amours, Even fellowship secures, Does your blessed Salvation, ever sure!   FLOCK beloved ye, all mine, Lavished, expensive, O, thus ye shine. Outside, outside, ye, became nigh— Consummate fellowship ye, and me, sublime— Kept

Blessed Shepherd Jesus, even as you received from our Father in your day, so now we receive from you. All I have, even all I am, comes from your open hand. I breathe, and do, merely by the love of your grace blessed Provider. I am nothing of myself, am empty apart from you; how

Bloody drippings, a rich red, from thorns about your head.   Bloody, deep stripes, from heavy-handed brutes waling in delight.   Bloody eyes, swollen and black, from fists clenched in belittling attack.   Bloody holes, hands and feet, from wicked hammer blows indiscreet.   Bloody side, gashed and ripped open, from a spear thrust but

Great and loving Father, you sent your Spirit to many, all along time’s way, revealing your grace in Salvation, to be fulfilled in these last days. Papyri through bound pages, the consistent storyline does unfold, relating the love of a Savior, yea, the greatest love story ever told. Kingdoms should rise, nations cease, as the