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Sunday, April 12, 2015

War on Sin


Help, Lord!

I've made peace with my sin--
And not fought it, to win.
It's been buried at times
But it stubbornly climbs
Right back out of the dirt
And back into my shirt
Where it's eating a hole
'Way down deep in my soul.

It has festered and grown
From bad seed I have sown.
I must kill sin--right now!
But the question is,"How?"
Let me one more begin.
May I, Lord, kill my sin!
I'm not worthy to ask,
But enable that task.
I am yet prone to slip:
Father, break sin's foul grip.

For if you live according to the flesh you will die, but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live. (Romans 8:13 ESV)

Friday, April 10, 2015

Aging


The season's young, with freshness all around,
But I am old and stooping toward the ground.
My paint is chipped or maybe scratched.
My youthful heart, though, can't be matched.
You see, my friend--and it's the truth--
Deep down inside, I'm still a youth.

I have been young, and now am old,
yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his children begging for bread. (Psalm 37:25 ESV)

I really don't feel quite as old (or as young) as this poem suggests, but this is what the photo seemed to say.

Sunday, April 05, 2015

Resurrection Morn - Mary Magdalene's View




Days of darkness, nights of gloom—
Our Lord’s dead now, in a tomb!
We come early, bringing spice,
Even though men don’t live twice.
We’re together, but alone.
Who will roll away the stone?
Will there be an awful stink?
Just to ask it makes me sink.
Ground is dewy—feet get wet.
Can you see the tomb just yet?
Look! The stone is rolled away!
What can happen worse today?
Then a young man, all in white,
With a face that shines like light.
He says Jesus isn't dead!
That he rose, just as he said!
Lord, what’s happened? He's not here?
I’m a mass of hope and fear!
Mary, Salomé, come see!
He is risen! Can it be?

Now when the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome, bought spices, that they might come and anoint Him. (Mark 16:1 NKJV)

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Elegy


The end is bitter.
The end is sweet.
He's gone forever,
His Lord to meet.

We'll not be grieving
As others do.
Beyond his leaving
He'll be made new.

Our hearts are aching.
And yet we'll cope--
Despite such taking,
We're filled with hope.

In our deep sorrow
We look ahead
And see tomorrow
Life from the dead.

For if we have been united with him [that is, with Jesus Christ] in a death like his, we shall certainly be united with him in a resurrection like his. (Romans 6:5 ESV)

Written some time back for a friend's funeral. 

Monday, March 23, 2015

O, To Know You!


O, to know you!
O, to know you!
Jesus, Master, Savior, friend!
Draw my wantings closer to you
So I'll know you in the end.

Worldly pleasure
Without measure
Can't compare to all you are.
You're the richest, deepest treasure--
More than all this world by far.

When I see you,
At last see you
And the wonders you have willed,
I will find that I am like you--
Clean and pure, all joy fulfilled.


...but grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
To Him be the glory both now and forever. Amen.
(2 Peter 3:18 NKJV)

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Frog On My Shoe


Frog on my shoe,
Tell me...what's new?

Have you found flies?
They are a prize!
Have you, Sir, seen
A Mrs. Green
Frog just like you?
What do you do
When it is night?
Without the light,
If it's your mood,
Can you find food?

Frog on my shoe
Tell me...what's new?

And God made the beast of the earth according to its kind, cattle according to its kind, and everything that creeps on the earth according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. (Genesis 1:25 NKJV)

Poem and photo ©2015 James L. Swindle

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Look at Jesus - A Hymn Based on Psalm 2


Look at Jesus, set to reign
From Mount Zion—holy hill. 
Look at him: no spot, no stain,
Reigning, ruling, reigning still…

Full of power, full of worth,
Jesus, Lord and Master, King,
God’s begotten, now on earth,
Firmly ruling everything.

At his glance, the earth’s kings fear—
Lest his words, a sharpened sword,
Slice them through from ear to ear.
They were kings, but he is Lord.

He is ruler, Christ and Lord.
Do not even ask God “Why?”
He deserves to be adored!
Kiss him humbly, let you die.

Once you’re bowed before his feet,
Heart submitted, prostrate there,
You will find him rich and sweet.
Rest! Rest safely in his care.