(after reading Psalm 20)
We will arise and stand up straight,*
fly our flags of victory—shout the Name!
Adonai has answered through Yeshua HaMashiach:
on the third day, Glory; we follow by His right hand.**
Some trust in chariots, some in the power that pulls.
We trust in the Blood that washes white as wool.^
Help beyond the mountains^^ comes from the sanctuary
of the God of Jacob, His Spirit for the weary.+
* Psalm 20:8
(The poem below, after reading 1 John 4:10-21 and 1 John 5:14-16,
with particular focus on the bolded in 1 John 4:17 (KJV) ~ Herein is
our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment:
because as he is, so are we in this world)
Are we as God is?
In this world, do we frame Him
so that all men see?
This is revival,
seen, pure: the Sin-bearer's love,
the perfection of love.
Fearless before God,
I wrote the hymn/poem below after reading Hebrews 7:25-27 (KJV):
5 Wherefore he [Messiah Jesus] is able also to save them
to the uttermost that come unto God by him,
seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them.
26 For such an high priest became us, who is holy,
harmless, undefiled, separate from sinners,
and made higher than the heavens;
27 Who needeth not daily, as those high priests,
to offer up sacrifice, first for his own s
(after reading Acts of the Apostles 9)
To be in the Way is to call on the Name of Jesus.
Though having not seen, trust binds a dream to reason.
History attests the two covenants are married
to the common thread of love of the Groom in all seasons,
that He Who loved first
would slake the thirst of the lost,
starting with Jacob and spreading abroad Pentecost’s Church.
The Way no longer waits,
Spirit pours in Abba’s Kingdom.
Heaven reels in song
when any sinner repents, *
as joy makes more room.
Angel anthems ring
‘round the elders and the throne.
God’s will comes to earth!
Leaves, for touch to heal,
stretch to shade Mount of Olives,
thousands of cures felt!
“Jeshurun”, whispered, **
crescendos on angels’ lips,
hails love for the bride.
“Behold all things new!” ***
finds fulfillment in the Son.
Sovereignty was once as seamless as a breath,
until Adam exhaled his own desire,
as if all that God had said could not fulfill.
Too late then, too late now, caught as liar.
Falsely thinking that God was not enough,
this the seed of wanting something more,
as if the universe had failed to signal hope
that each moment in the infinite is sure.
Jesus, bridge from fallenness to full,
spanning over the chasm between the Call
and our sin which grapples to keep blind
Mysterious, the Holy Trinity;
miraculous, Heaven even hears me.
Spirit, Father, Son—One, Tri-manifestation;
the Body—my requests among a million orations.*
Whence this openness to the One God?
Christ is greater than my conscience!**
Thus, by grace the blessed Root of Jesse
calls me to reverential renderings
…of words, proclaiming God is good,
…of offering up of servanthood,
…of attitude and deeds of dedication,
…of zeal for Ado
Rejoicing within is like a dance.
One urges we give the floor a chance.
Timbrel, harp, cymbals, guitar,
form music unlike ours,
play in the ordinary people,
the people who rejoice.
We will close a like-minded circle,
move in shouldered melody,
clap about God’s grace and inspiration,
shout at each other’s cue with glee.
Rejoicing in the Lord is like a dance,
where gratitude leads happiness.
This warmth some may call a feeli
The song below was written after I read...
25 I know that my Redeemer lives, and
that in the end he will stand upon the
26 And after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh I will see God;
27 I myself will see him with my own
eyes-I, and not another. How my heart
yearns within me!
I will see Him with my eyes,
I--and not another.
Others, with their own sight:
this remnant shall discover
as they shine in marvelous Light
of God's handiwork
(after reading Matthew 20:26-34. Note how this Scripture narrative describes activity at Jericho)*
The risen Ransomer is with us!
How easy to give God his due!
Caesar, an outside reminder,
Yeshua, Companion we know. **
“Aware of God” is much like saying,
“I sense a dad and a mum.”
Adoption, as real as creation,***
moves doubt’s mountain-imaginations.^
We’ve yelled, “Son of David, have mercy!”,
been trumpets for a Jericho ma
A hymn melody came to me this morning, when I pondered the opening words of Ephesians 2:8, For by grace are you saved through faith. And, so these words, for a new song (Psalms 96:1; Ephesians 5:18-20)
His mercies go before me,
his good will to arrange.
Just how the steward and sovereignty
accomplish, God’s to say.
We know our humble part,
How faith is seed to make
us see the Kingdom of the Christ
whose mercy meets our praise.
His mercies go before me
our trust need neve