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Rise
O, weak and broken soldier, rise!
Get on your feet and fix your eyes
Upon your Captain and your Lord,
Who bids you wield His living sword! Continue reading Rise
Tag: affliction
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Beauty In The Breaking (reprise)
Light.
In a thousand pieces torn,… Continue reading Beauty In The Breaking (reprise)
Resilience Speaks
Resilience speaks without a sound,
With words uplifting and profound.
All nature has her on display,
I saw her just the other day… Continue reading Resilience Speaks
Faith’s Perdurance
I’m waiting for the sun to shine,
While all is dismal gray below.
The numbing cold is anodyne,
The turbid sky is thick with snow. Continue reading Faith’s Perdurance
Hope Has Withered Grim
A stranger and an exile
in a land I once called home.
The world is waning stranger
as I peer into the gloam.
My bleary eyes breathe teary cries,
as all the days wax dim.
My tender nerves have no reserves
my hope has withered grim. Continue reading Hope Has Withered Grim
Regard me Kindly
Regard me kindly, if you will,
I’m somewhat worse for wear, but still
I’m getting by the best I can,
And trusting in my Maker’s plan. Continue reading Regard me Kindly
As Darkness Falls
As darkness falls across the land,
Lord give me grace and faith to stand,
And persevere against all odds
and never worship other gods,
Nor taste their wares nor fear their sting;
Lord may I not fear anything – … Continue reading As Darkness Falls
I’m Just Fine
I’m just fine, you wait and see,
What God above will do for me.
I may look bleak, or so they speak-
“His feathers gone, his beak is weak.” Continue reading I’m Just Fine
Primitive Ritual Redux
“Agreed!” chants the small circle of eyes,
the sound floats upon a drone of rushing air,
reverberating off the sides
of the strange chamber,
magnified by my rising adrenaline. Continue reading Primitive Ritual Redux
Yet I Hope
Gray sky grips with an iron hand,
Cold rain saturates the weary land,
Despair has soaked me to the skin,
Perseverance, razor thin… Continue reading Yet I Hope
Divine Security
Behold these ancient words of comfort from God to His covenant people (all who belong to Christ). Note that plagues and pestilence have ever been threats that strike fear. Also note: the promise of protection doesn’t mean we won’t get sick, suffer, or die (death comes to all men), but rather means that “even if” or “even when” such things befall us, we are secure, and at worst, in the words of Thomas Brooks, “Afflictions are but as a dark entry into our Father’s house.”… Continue reading Divine Security
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