A Noble Aim

A Noble Aim

I have pains and sorrows just as others do. / I go to Jesus and say the words my Lord spoke to His Father in the garden, / “Take this cup from me.” / With a noble spirit I think a second thought / “Yet not my will but thine be done.”

Anything More Lovely

Anything More Lovely

Is there anything more lovely than songbirds in sun-brushed boughs / Or soft beams that first awaken dreams and make the streams to run / Is there anything more beautiful than wildflowers on the hill / That pierce the steep with purples deep and violet in the sun / Yet what could be more joyous than nighttime ‘neath dazzling skies / As singsong flames and fireflies frame forests with their glow...

Logos on an Afternoon

Logos on an Afternoon

The green world gushes feeling, overflows meaning from a cup / And I, drinking deep, suffer yet that boundless desire / For the blood-red wine of the everlasting hills. / Who will drink it if not I? For swine know not their pearls; / Will the world, undrunk, wait full and wretched? / Or shall it, shucked of man, show empty?

The One Thing

The One Thing

In a very low place With very little light A man was found By God with might Who dared descend And garments rend Seeing his child With none to defend And did that man Escape that place? Owing to strength In human race?