Saturday, January 18, 2014

Clothed with Flocks: Psalm 65

art and symphony in harvest

Perhaps too much to take in
The glories of your art
The things that grow and flourish so
The tokens of your heart.
The rains you send refreshing
The warm sun brings the yield
And happy I, to happen by
Your thrilling brook or field.
Your paths all hint a "fatness"
A bounty from above
The valleys sing and hillsides ring
Exuberant in your love.
And may these eyes remember
When shadows threaten ill
Just as those flocks a-grazing
I am your canvas still.

Sunday, January 5, 2014


Strange it may sound
In a world full of striving
“Yes, look at me.
I have gained and will be
Noticed of men
At the top of the ladder.
Do what it takes
And admirers will see.”
Yet there’s a place
To discard all pretention
Breathe ever freely
Released from sin’s thrall.
Mountain or forest
Or sea coast all glorious
Showing God’s grandeur
For there, I am small.
Small, and so thankful
That He knows my journey.
Small, and in wonder
That He has my back.
Small, there’s a comfort
In trusting and leaning
Safe from the arrows
Of Evil’s attack.
But does He fathom
My daily dilemmas?
But does He know
The hurts people will bring?
That’s when my eyes turn
To Christ ‘neath the Olives
Begging for rescue;
Of Him will I sing.