Category: Poems & Songs

  • The Greatness of the Smallness of God

    All the Christian songs proclaim the greatness of our God and all the songs of all the worshippers of all the other gods likewise proclaim, like us the greatness of their god. Any old imagined god might have created the universe, the stars, the milky way, and everything else their science can discover. All would…

  • a thousanD anD onE reasonS tO believE . 3

    .gracE | reason threE .grace workS .what philiP yanceY calls thE mosT unnaturaL acT seems to be the only way the world has a shot at being saveD from tit|for|tat revengE hatreD the blaze of unforgivenesS .maybe jesuS knew something about the world that we don’T .maybe hE was a mystic or someone crazy or…

  • a thousanD anD onE reasonS tO believE . 2

    .morE | reason twO .it feels like we were made for something morE .everything about this world is screaming out that there’s more to reality than what we can touch and see and hear and taste & smelL .trees are arrows pointing up and pointing down goD is all arounD .1 .because i remember, i…

  • a thousanD anD onE reasonS tO believE . 1

    .blogs from people who don’t like the goD they find in the bible who orders genocides and tells his people to even kill the babies of their enemieS .and i confess my soul revolts in horror that goD would order murder and maybe more that i never noticed beforE ?was it somehow (1) not evil…

  • Saturday

    Saturday. Day of rest. The day that Jesus rested in the tomb. Saturday. Day of mourning. The day after the day     when all was lost forever. Saturday. Day after the end of the world. The day after our hopes and dreams     came crashing to the ground. Saturday. Day of sighs. The day of re-examining the…

  • Home

    By Rich Mullins. I see the morning moving over the hills I can see the shadows on the western side And all those illusions that I had They just vanish in Your light Though the chill in the night still hangs in the air I can feel the warmth of morning on my face Though…

  • Pottery

    Kristen suggested I submit this to a literary magazine. I looked it up, and while cleaning it up some, I realized that it really answered well the questions that I had posed in Questions. But in a completely different way. Constructing clay is patient work Not too little or too much pressure on the earthy…

  • A poem for September 11

    This is for the office workers in the twin towers and the pentagon. This is for the passengers on Flight 93. This is for the firemen and police officers and EMTs who risked their lives and gave their lives for others. This is for the American soldiers who risked their lives and some who died…

  • if You ever gave up on me

    If You ever gave up on me decided my fragile sinner’s heart wasn’t worth the effort that the diamond underneath was really only dirt and finally ran out of endless grace if one day my sins hit four-nine-one if one day your endless grace was gone and You told me it was too late, I…

  • Psalm Forty-Five One

    and the riches of redemption overflowed the broken notes; the slave found himself a prince, the one once dead, alive. the mournful broken heart rejoices and the humble poor believe. And the theme once played in a minor key repeats in shades of grace; the weakly-struck piano keys now explode in the glorious theme of…