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

In Heaven joy will be so great That here it hurts to taste it, Where all our walls come crumbling down No friendship will be wasted. Bitter envy and jealous strife No more to come between us, Sisters who had once “cut their ties” Greet again with glowing eyes. A

A broken globe, Around it goes, My view is thin But all within Still skylines bring delight, As faithful ’round we go, Each day the sun to raise And set in painted blaze. The mountains ever stand And trees with lifted hands Blotch them all in yellow Patches, then the

I hope you will enjoy this poem by George Herbert, who lived from 1593-1633. I suggest reading it twice, as the first time lends a powerful shock, and the second reading brings richer understanding. Redemption Having been tenant long to a rich lord, Not thriving, I resolvèd to be bold,

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.

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.

That you would shed your blood for me When I was foulest enemy And on your back I’d place the cross For in rebellion I was lost. Willingly I scorned your name It should be I who bore the shame Why would you die for sinners cruel Who despise your

How has the domain of darkness So disguised its self as light? There you sit as in the shadows And the chains of death but yet The world says “this is life, And yes what life is all about: To sit in darkness as if light, To raise your bound