Fear of Man besets me on all sides
I am guilty of flight
I have not found trust
and rest for my soul

Be merciful, be merciful to me
I have not weathered the storm
I have run from it
Fear swallowed me up

Be exalted over all the earth
Over my terror
My peril
Blind me with Your glory

That I might know what I see
Is not my trap
But that of those who would trap me
You are mercy and truth

And You reach into me
Make my heart steadfast
So I may sing and give praise
That I may bring glory to Your feet

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I took my pack
and my stave
sent my feet to the North
to the misty highlands
for to see God’s creation

Past the stone bridge
the river lane
between the throng of trees
do they e’er cross over
I wondered

Do they meet
now and then
when men have gone to rest
do they stride, stately
in their mossy cloaks

For as I walked
among those sentinels
they waved and they creaked
as if souls aching
to wander

The trees whispered
behind their broad
mighty hands
secret sayings
chanting, praying

These grand souls
lifted their cathedral arches
to the heavens
their mossy feet finely laced
in the earth

They were all at one
the ancient elders
the congregants
the foundation
and the vault

How could I be lost
in that forest house
striding as a penitent pilgrim
before their graceful pillars
they command reverence

I could lose myself there
in God’s majestic
brooding creation
that holy place
silent and vital

Under stained glass windows
of canopies unending
miles of green sparkling
in the blue and sun rays
I found myself

A little smaller.

Wait For Him

May 1, 2016

Micah 7

Woe is me! For I have become
As when the summer fruit has been gathered
As when the grapes have been gleaned
There is no cluster to eat
No first-ripe fig that my soul desires

I have begun to see
The depths of me
They have trickled through
My sight and to
The fragile bowl
Of my desolate soul

There is so little right
In all that I pretend of light
And that which has a holy glow
Is nothing in me to know
Though I deny my hand
Nothing helps me to stand

And so in death I pour
My last breath out on the floor
Pinned by gravity
By the horror of me
And beg with a whispered word
That no-one near could have heard

But as for me, I will look to the Lord
I will wait for the God of my salvation
My God will hear me.

When this finally
This song sweet as spring breeze
Flies into my soul
Twill finally render me whole
And perhaps strongly
That even I can hear me

Who is a God like you, pardoning iniquity
And passing over transgression
For the remnant of his inheritance
He does not retain his anger forever
Because he delights in steadfast love
He will again have compassion on us
He will tread our iniquities underfoot
You will cast all our sins
Into the depths of the sea

Micah 5

But you, O Bethlehem Ephrathah,
who are too little to be among the clans of Judah,
from you shall come forth for me
one who is to be ruler in Israel,
whose coming forth is from of old,
from ancient days.

And he shall stand and shepherd his flock in the strength of the Lord,
in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God.
And they shall dwell secure, for now he shall be great
to the ends of the earth.
And he shall be their peace.