There’s no analogy in life Sufficient for man with his wife Heavenly vision has contained That glory lest it be profaned- Of course though yet, a man may choose To cast away all Heaven’s views. Angels weep that desecration That destroys one flesh relation. But now- move on to brighter

He had hemmed me in Behind and before, Drew the lines that fall But I thought to soar Past sunsets that looked Like bars might prove more. Pastures green, like plain Bread, stale and dry Rolled on for days; Streams Meandered nearby- My eyes gazed elsewhere, I refused to lie.

To know the inscrutable Eternal God, This is where my heart Must trod. To know Him near and wholly mine This piece of clay the great Divine. An awesome task with shudder To with miry Hands raise diamonds to Fiery Sun, while mucking there the glassy Cuts might make such

Did you think To put you in a furnace Would not scorch your skin? To come out gold With easy glee And not the surfacing of sin? Or that boiling water hot Would like a warm bath Scathe you not? Like sinking in so comfortably To fire should come easily?

What will I do with satan’s thorn Lodged deep in weakest access point? No pill to take No treatment makes It well, no method has supplied A cure, Steps stumble; Backward falls The soldier, boldly with a limp But limping on He goes, he goes, A carefully crafted grin All

Share It With Me God’s wonders all around It takes a two year old to see The tiny movements in the feet Of the gathering bee. This day if I alone Went for a walk down by the slue I would not tromp through long, thick grass To find the

Learned, but have I really learned To trust? Hoped in God, yet other times In dust. Treasures high, but also some That rust. Desired God; not always, But I must. Hungry, thirsty, satisfied And filled, Yet other times all empty Wanting, nil. Reaching for His word I must Be still,

Now it seems His hand has turned Against you, Yes, has seen you sinking And has pressed your head Beneath the waves. You think “To catch a breath, ‘Tis one small favor, Can’t He see?” But yes, He sees; So why do gray skies Blacken more And gray waves Lash

Did I hear my Savior cry And did I see Him suffer? Did He with sorrow and in grief Not ask “Is there another?” “Another way for death to die, Or must this bitter cup be mine?” “The only way?” He cried, He cried And knowing, yes, bowed and complied.

I craved for a firm foundation
Where to stand and not be shaken
A place for roots to go down deep
For treasure that would always keep
Which neither time nor fault could stain-
A hope unfading to remain.