Thursday, September 27, 2012

Yarded Well


When grass is yarded well
It casts a greening spell
Of fresh and ordered rest,
Of place that has been blessed
By God.

It minds us of respect
That counters world neglect;
Of greening of the soul
That's graced to be made whole
By God.

The grass withers, the flower fades,
    but the word of our God will stand forever.

(Isaiah 40:8 ESV)

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Why God Loved and Saved Me

He loved me,
   Not for what I've done,
   Not for what I merit,
   But for His own reason.

He saved me,
   Not because I sought him,
   Not because I wanted,
   But because he loved me.

But God, who is rich in mercy, 
because of His great love that He had for us, 
made us alive with the Messiah 
even though we were dead in trespasses. 
You are saved by grace!
   --Ephesians 2:4-5 HCSB

Photo ©2012 James L. Swindle

Sunday, September 09, 2012

The Holy Supper


Jesus, as I eat this bread,
Sign of your own body--dead,
Sacrificed for all our wrong,
My heart wells with thankful song.

As I drink this simple wine,
Sign of your own blood divine,
I can see your grace out-poured.
I believe--am whole--restored.

Plainest food has now become
Your own sign until you come.
Lord, I'm humbled and amazed.
May your holy Name be praised.

For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup,
you proclaim the Lord's death until he comes.

(1 Corinthians 11:26 ESV)

Poem written July 15, 2012, at Redeemer Fellowship Church, Watertown, Massachusetts, for God's glory.
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Thursday, September 06, 2012

Dreams Deferred, Unafraid


Dreams deferred,
Dances delayed,
Hopes now halted,
Vacations vacated...
Unperturbed, I'm unafraid.
Simply soaring,
Spirit sated.

Looking up,
I live no lack.
Trusting truth,
I trace my track.
Hope's in heaven.
I'm elated.
Christ is mine
And awaited.

But our citizenship is in heaven,
and from it we await a Savior,
the Lord Jesus Christ...

(Philippians 3:20 ESV)


I don't remember the circumstances that prompted the writing of this poem. Circumstances come and go; the Lord remains.