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Robe of righteousness and peace
His grace to me shall never cease
The love He gives remains kind and true
And in His word refreshes me anew
Oh! How I see my filthy sin
And how I commit them o’er and o’er again
Yet forgave Him me when on the cross
Died for my sins and perhaps now you’ll pause
And think about His death on the tree
And how He pardoned all sin for both you and me!
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Feet slip slightly on leaf-topped trails
Hiding muddy walking paths
Where skittish birds and creatures laugh along
With my own heart
Being cut apart
To be filled with a jungle of joy
Air smells sweet
But also of death and rebirth
Of consumption and thirst
Life unending
And turning
Still learning of new things
Yet memory not failing the old
Catch the perfume of a life in flowers
Dying plants in the wandering hours
And stories seldom told
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To know Him we must be like Him
Born humbly into a new life
Into an old animal shed
A clean, yet humble livestock barn
Perfect beginnings for a life Christ-led
From fleshly beds of discontent
To beds of straw we now lay
Simple beds of contentment and joy
As our Saviour laid on that first Christmas day
Trading old lives of confusion and strife
For new lives of simplicity
Turning from sin, and looking ahead
With goals of Christlike purity
‘Who may ascend into the hill of the Lord?
‘And who may stand in His holy place?’*
Clean hands, pure hearts
Seek ye fully His holy face!
Wrapped in cloths of truth
Laid in a manger of grace
Quietly animals low
Born again into His perfect grace
To know Him we must be like Him
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*Psalm 24:3-4
In a field far away
Near the place where a king
Came to earth in the form of a child
The keepers of sheep
Awoke from their sleep
To the cry that salvation was nigh
Don’t be afraid, for look, I proclaim
Good news and joy have come down
So together we’ll sing
Praise to the King
And glory to God on high
What a marvelous day
When the anthem was raised
And the angels lit up the sky
In joyful release
The sang of a peace
And a Savior for you and I
Oh, Come!
Let us go to the place
And see the face
Of the One, the Gift, the Word
Who has lifted the lame
Brought life to the dead
Oh, come!
Haven’t you heard?
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I fall backward
From walks
And talks
And laughing with friends
From seeing new things
I fall to the end
Of a day well-traveled
And company shared
With former strangers
And lovers of life
Beyond compare
So
Backward I fall
From a day well-led
I welcome this night
And fall back onto bed
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Blue light hue rains gently as fog
Heavy with dew
Ambient warm light
Not bright
Glows down on sitters reading books and screens
Forward gazing faces
Of wanderers going paces
Await their arrival
Before nightfall
They’ll be in far distant lands
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Friends walk at night
and talk of life;
kicking stones,
far from home.
Like little boys they laugh and stutter,
looking for frogs that sing in gutters
that run down a dusty street.
They walk now upon beach,
near an ocean
far from their past.
Yet friendship lasts
if fueled by coffee
and dreams.
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Ancient stones rise in solemn silence
A cavern of worship and song
It’s arching cool darkness
Sheds light enough
Illuminating hearts, broken and wrong
Grey stone pillars hoist high the glass
Of windows colored by olden-hand
Telling tales of Saints long dead
With curving, winding knots
Echoing truths of God and man
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Look not long into darkness
For the light will rise
And rise boldly to the top
full and rich
Taste and savor every drop
And miss not out on this life
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A stone wall stands to my right and to my left
Before me?
A little gate
But I must leave this miniature green-space
For the rain is starting
And the hour grows late
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