PSALMS OF PRAISE

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

Zechariah 9:16 Like so many precious gemstones in your hands, holy spirits all, polished by you and fitted for an eternal service, we are the substance of your purchase. One is like amethyst, another like beryl, another like chalcedony, another like diamond, and more: emerald, garnet, jade, jasper, onyx, opal, pearl, quartz, ruby, sapphire, sardonyx,

  John 15:4-5 HOLY Father, thank you for the Vine in the vineyard, our sustaining vine. LOVING Sustainer, thank you for the food on the Vine, our words of life. TIMELESS Worker, thank you for the fruit of the Vine, our fertile vineyard.   …   O Jehovah, our holy, and loving, and timeless God,

Mat 10:27-33   Only you, great God, perfectly blend the instruments, mix their signals, in symphonic accord. In time, and volume, the good instruments dance when your baton sweeps through the air,   when you say…   You cymbals, make a clash, rouse and pique, lead the way!   O you horns, why are you

You are the basis, and reason, for all things. All of heaven adores you and exalts you; you are the joy of heaven. Since time immemorial you have delighted and gladdened the blessed hosts. They eagerly hearken to your words, they yearn to attend to you, they rejoice in serving you. They know you, and

The Image of Jesus Christ Isa 40:11, John 10:1-7, 8-14, 15-18   Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three… they’re all here; they seem well, great savior God. Help me to help their numbers swell.   Be ever with us as we cross over this rugged earth; secure our perimeter, and move us as one body; keep us

While laughing, and joking, fully self-assured, reasons abound precluding holy cure. Then, all too suddenly, snatched by death, and down, down into darkness, even its darkest depth.   O the grim ages of torment, the grinding of the teeth, with misery for company, and no hope for relief.   Yes, much time passes, until one