Your skies so blue, awesome sunsets red, Artist extraordinaire, Jehovah, the Best.   Your heavens so vast, in situ light, long treads, Artist extraordinaire, Jehovah, the Best.   Your atoms so small, O my, parts smaller yet, Artist extraordinaire, Jehovah, the Best.   Your water so fluid, frozen sinks not!, it floats!, instead, Artist extraordinaire, […]

Jubilee, in my heart, thus art thou my Lord, Endless joy, in thee, yea ever a festal chord, Seeking heart, poured out, none but thee adore, Unto the heights, together, thus united we soar, Savior God, sweet grace! thou art my excellent reward.   …   Unto the heights, together, thus united we soar!

Fix on Jesus, O my soul, bask in his fellowship and rejoice, O my soul. Adore and love him, O my soul, kiss his pier’ced hand, O my soul. Incline your ear, O my soul, it’s up high, whisper-soft like the clouds, O my soul. Trust and follow, O my soul, follow that blessed rhythm,

You are life; you have life within yourself. You composed, set in place, the code that governs all life, that effuses from you. The keys of life, and death, are in your hands; we are known by you before the womb, after the grave. You number our days; withal, you whisper into our ears our

Look yonder, His star, it shineth so bright,doth twinkle, doth glow, yon heavenly light.Little, baby finger, O point Thou high,all Thy heavens, array, unto Thee this night.Yea twas thus, Thine finger, long times be past,didst point, didst strike, Thine very star’s fireblast.

A season is given to sow and to reap, given to all your beloved and precious sheep.   The periods and spans that outline our lives, you preordain for good and bless from on high.   Life is but fleeting it fast slips away, a heavenly gift is each numbered day.   Every second with

When the days are long, and the nights even longer still, your messengers of love, of their time, do the heart fill.   When battles are many, and burdensome toils overbear, your messengers of love, come alongside, even in prayer.   When much pain overwhelms, and despair it so chokes the soul, your messengers of

POINT: MY LORD, were your nails ever blue, did splinters impale you? MY LORD, were the workdays long, did someone mock and yell when they thought you did wrong? MY LORD, were your tools true and good, to better fashion the wood? MY LORD, did anyone offer their help, when the work’s strain you felt?

Falling snow, laid down, sparkling white, serene, a holy night, our Savior, a portrait supreme. Blowing snow, grows up, common hues, unfeigned, a holy life, our Savior, a portrait mundane. Melting snow, flows out, crystal clear, impassioned fire, a holy offer, our Savior, a portrait undesired. Falling snow, laid down, sparkling red, serene, a holy

I stand atop a mountain, overlooking a great vast sea, turbulent and roaring, so different and apart from Thee.   Angry storms are raging, the mass is heartlessly thrown, still down beneath the surface, this higher evil cannot be known.   Nonetheless, eddies, and currents, bring each element up into the mix, and then, and