Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Confessions of a Wounded Soul

Being a pastor is hard. I know that only a few of my colleagues would make that admission, but after more than 30 years in the ministry I'm not afraid to admit that. I love the church and have given my entire adult life to its nurture and growth. Unlike some, I have not and will never give up on the church...but I sometimes wonder if I have the strength to finish the course.

This week's offering from the stack reflect's this one man's struggle to stay the course.

A Servant’s Lament

When did my joy
Slip away?
Was it in the shuffling
Of papers,
The ringing of the phone?
Or the million minute details?

When did your voice
Get drowned out?
Was it in the caustic
Casual remarks?
Or the meeting after meeting
After meeting?

Where did I
Lose sight of you?
Was it in the hospital
Or the nursing home
Or the thousands of
Encouragement visits
With faithless flocks?

I love the church,
The body of Christ
But it demands a massive
But that doesn’t matter
I love it so...
So I press on.

Hear my cry
Give me strength
Give me sight
Help me keep pressing

On through the night.


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

When All of Life is Worship

I have been a follower of Christ (yes, I'm a Christian!) since I was 10 years old. I have always loved worship.There's something special in the gathering of the people of God. I grow excited when I think of heaven and the worship that will take place there...a worship with a scope and power that I can only imagine.

But that doesn't stop me from trying....


What words can describe
Your glory.
That glory from which
Sin and darkness

Bathed in radiance
The angels worship
Lifting hearts
And hands
Praise pouring from their lips

I can do nothing
Except fall to my knees
Offering my heart
For You to do as you please

I am yours


Friday, March 14, 2014

A Long and Winding Road

It goes without saying that the life of faith is a difficult one. I have discovered that my more recent works, those in the last 10 years or so, reflect that difficulty more than the earlier ones. I guess that's a function of age and my health struggles.

At any rate....here's one from 2012.


My eyes
Are dim
And my muscles ache.
The years have
Taken a toll too great.

But I will not bow
To time or age,
I will not stop
Or turn aside,
I will not falter,
Will not fail
For there are still
  New heights to scale.

My Savior gave
His life for me,
Shed His blood
On Calvary.
How can I give any less
To Him than my very best?

So on I go,
Taking another step

Following Him. 

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Waiting and Watching....Hoping

Oddly enough, I can't remember writing this one so I can't give you any background to this particular poem. I would guess, based on the structure and message, that this was written sometime during my college years (1978-1982). But I still like the message. 

My Turn

Open the door
And I will go.

Give me
The words
And I will speak.

Give me
The strength
And I will serve.

Give me
The heart
And I will love.

Let the stones
Be silent,
Mute the heavens
So that I might
Raise my life
In praise.

I love you

Lord God.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Just a Poem

No introduction. No witty remarks....just a poem.

Moving On

Give me strength
For one more step.
My feet are almost as heavy
As my eyelids.

I’m washed
In my own tears,
New questions
For old problems.

I wonder
If my faith
Is really faith at all.
You are so big,
I’m so small.

Can You, do You
Hear my cry?
Will you answer?
Or is it

Will I hear?