Poems

The symphony

Sometimes in thoughtout of nowhere seems to comeorchestrated discord:percussion blasts of fear;later, ghostly repercussionshaunt our peace.

Testimony of healing

At first he felt stranded,Like a small boat, mast tipped,Lying in mud at low tide.

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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I walked a stony path,stumbling, sliding, bumbling blindly,clumsy-footed, vacant-eyed,all murky thoughts within.

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God's day

We must not always watch the clock,for God does not set a timewhen we should love;that time is now.

The single eye

If thine eye be single.

I will live

So free me, Lord, that I may live to love,that I may live to praise, may live to showto hungry hearts the Life more plentifulthan mortal man can ever dream or know.

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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No laughing matter

Learning about God and manis a serious business:it is not to be taken lightlyor in an offhand way.

Awakening

What joy to wake and seeI live in the edgelessallnessof infinity.

Second thoughts on baptism...

I hadn't known it was all there—all that honesty, all that innocence

Turn the page!

Turn the pageis love's aim—no backward glanceto outgrown scene.

The loving Father

Father, it's Your childthat sleeps on my knees,peacefully restingwhere sounds can't disturb.

Toe tapper

Well, I'm going!and go, my way, I do.