My head I rest On that loving breast, Undone and I To that shelter fly. Not groping nor complaining In my heart, For covered there My wanting does depart. The arrow flies by day And stalkers haunt By night to burn my bones And jeering taunt- But for all attacks

You sing in hope And waiting sigh With eyes peeled To the sky Clouds rolling in, And would they break With blessings or Will they take? If I sing well Would God not hear And pack grey clouds Full of cheer? A strange surprise, All wrapped in black Might shine

I had some fun an evening a few weeks back and wrote my very first hymn. Hymn writing isn’t really something that comes naturally to me, so I thought I would find a Psalm to base it on. I came across Psalm 46 and thought with all the turmoil we

Due to the pain that was worsening in my hands and arms I have been on as much of a writing break as my self control has been able to succeed in. I have of course penned some lines here and there, and this poem was written in fragments, usually

I read this poem a few months back and thought it to be a fitting poem, evangelistic in nature, for New Year. Enjoy. Pleading For and With Youth Sin has undone our wretched race; But Jesus has restored, And brought the sinner face to face With his forgiving Lord. This

Here is an old poem of mine, written eight years or so ago. I thought I’d throw it up here as I’m between writing a handful of poems right now, with none of them finished. Enjoy. Seeking the Eternal Savior My one desire: that these eyes Would one day rest