Ovid Weeps for Me When first I heard your distant cry, It cut exceeding fine And loosed my heart to rise to you; But I would not let it go. How true the premonition: What’s given is ne’er regained. You stooped down to find my gate; I was faint to let you in. I never thought one so high as Read More
When I recently read through John’s account of the ressurrection of Lazarus, I noticed something I had missed before. “Now Martha said to Jesus, ‘Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that whatever You ask of God, God will give You.’ “Jesus said to her, ‘Your brother will rise again.’ Read More
Living Water I found you standing by the stream That ate away the earth Laid over all your ugly roots, Your lumps and bobs and warps. Those desperate roots drove deep backwards To seek besmirching soil, While clear below the brook sipped sup, All laughing, loving you. The pebbles on the floor of her Are round and safely smooth. The Read More
Sometimes the only thing that could be worse than getting what we asked for is getting what we deserve. Praise the Lord, all ye his saints.