Friday, August 31, 2012

Fallen Leaf

From Blog12


Even a leaf
Brought in by a shoe
Shows God's precision.

This veined relief
So perfectly grew
By his decision.


For his invisible attributes, 
namely, his eternal power and divine nature, 
have been clearly perceived, 
ever since the creation of the world, 
in the things that have been made. 
So they are without excuse. 
(Romans 1:20 ESV)


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Armadillo Roadkill

From Blog12
You may think you're very strong,
Self-sufficient, safe alone.
Death may take you before long.
No repenting, just a moan.

You're not strong before the Lord.
Cotton candy to the core
When you face His word-fire sword.
All will know your sordid score.

Buzzards then may pick your meat,
Tear your flesh, chew on bone,
Peck your liver as a treat,
Leave your carcass on some stone.

Friend, you need a rescuer,
Someone stronger than your pride,
Someone who can make your cold heart pure,
Give you his life down inside.


In this is love, not that we have loved God 
but that he loved us and sent his Son 
to be the propitiation for our sins. 
 (1 John 4:10 ESV)

This photo and poem are not pretty. Neither is the judgment for those who are still in their sins. Rush to Jesus Christ. His kindness and generosity are beyond your comprehension.


Friday, August 24, 2012

I Run to Christ

From Blog12

I run to Christ so I won't sin.
He's my strength, my power.
If I sin, I run to Christ,
Savior for such hours.

He's my safety, my defense,
All I'll ever need.
He will be my recompense
When in heav'n I'm freed.

My little children, I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin. But if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. He is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the sins of the whole world.

(1 John 2:1-2 ESV)

Poem written July, 2012, at Redeemer Fellowship Church, Watertown, Massachusetts, for God's glory.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Rain

From Blog12

The rain is washing trees and air--
Steady,cleansing, like a prayer.
It washes all the grime away--
Freshing, healing, life today.

The thunder beats its big bass drum--
Rumble, rumble, more to come.
The rain renews the steady beat.
Crops will grow. Yes, folks will eat.

A crash of cymbals joins the sound.
Rolling waves of rain come down.
Now thunder starts to call retreat.
Rain's still steady, strong, complete.


He covers the heavens with clouds;
he prepares rain for the earth;
he makes grass grow on the hills.
(Psalm 147:8 ESV)

Thursday, August 16, 2012

If the Lord Came

From Blog12

If the Lord in all his glory
Came down to visit America,
What then? What then for us?
For me? For you?

If the Lord in all his glory
Were suddenly among us,
What works would burn?
What monuments would crumble?

If the Lord in all his glory
Were burning in your yard,
Would anything or anyone
Within it long endure?

When the Lord in all his glory
Appears in blazing power,
Will you then be rising?
Will you be his own?

Soon the Lord in all his glory
Is coming to Jerusalem...
And saints will rise, and sinners burn,
And he'll be all in all.

For as the lightning comes from the east
and shines as far as the west,
so will be the coming of the Son of Man.

(Matthew 24:27 ESV)

Thursday, August 09, 2012

Where Truth and Mercy Kiss

From Blog12
The church of God becomes a place
Where truth and mercy kiss,
Where shining wrath meets perfect grace
And yields eternal bliss.

God's zeal and fire form all her walls.
His angels guard her door--
And yet there's grace for one who falls.
Kind tears drip to the floor!

And so the walls are love within:
Grace-bright to light each path,
With Jesus' blood to purge all sin--
But outside? Flames of wrath.

The door's still open wide today.
Com in! Find all you've missed.
Rush to Jesus. Come to stay
Where truth and mercy kiss.


Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
your walls are continually before me. (Isaiah 49:16 ESV)

...We have a strong city;
he sets up salvation
as walls and bulwarks. (Isaiah 26:1 ESV)

Poem written August 9, 2012, in Spring, Texas, for God's glory.
The Bible verses are referring to Jerusalem, but I believe we can also apply them to the true Church. This poem pictures the church as a building, but the church consists of people who are living stones, being built into a temple.
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Tuesday, August 07, 2012

All We Need

From Blog12

Jesus Christ is all we need.
By his wounds our souls are freed.
For our case he'll intercede.

Trust him. He is good and kind.
Trust him. Deepest peace you'll find.
Trust him. He'll unlock your mind.

He will hear your faintest call.
He won't leave you if you fall.
He will be your all-in-all.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places...  (Ephesians 1:3 ESV)

Written August, 2012, in southern Illinois, for God's glory.

Saturday, August 04, 2012

Strung Dreams


When we were young
And dreams were strung
Like clothespins on a line,

Our world was new.
Our skies? Clear blue,
And ev'rything was fine.

But storms and clouds
And vulture crowds
Pulled dreams right off the line.

We saw some blood...
Fell into mud...
And knew we were not fine.

Yet God has shown
Each tear, each groan
Can fit his plan divine.

We're old, not young,
But hope's re-strung
Like clothespins on a line.


Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us,
even as we hope in you.
(Psalm 33:22 ESV)

This poem and photo ©2012 James L. Swindle.


Thursday, August 02, 2012

Drought

From Blog12

On this hot and sunny morn,
All around is withered corn.
Farmers' hopes are withered, too.
Dazed, they wonder what to do.

Why has God withheld the rain?
Why kill birds and trees and grain?
Yet they praise him--and they should.
Out of evil, he brings good.




And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good,
for those who are called according to his purpose.   

(Romans 8:28 ESV)

Poem written August 1, 2012, north of Vandalia, Illinois.
Most of the corn wasn't brown, but most of it was severely affected by the drought.