Holy, Solely, You

There is none but You, O Lord, There is none but You; You alone are holy, Lord– Holy, right, and true. Let me boast in nothing, Lord, Nothing that I do; Let me boast in You, O Lord, Solely boast in You.

Christmas: Only the Proud Refuse to Rejoice

“But after that the kindness and love of God our Savior toward man appeared, not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us…” –Titus 3:4-5 Suspended in space, unsupported by human hands of structures, the grace of God appeared–lowly, inconspicuous–a Baby. Like Naaman, we were offended.  Surely … More Christmas: Only the Proud Refuse to Rejoice

Broken Bones, Rejoice!

When King David sinned and sorrowed, he prayed: “Make me hear joy and gladness, that the bones You have broken may rejoice” (Psalm 51:8). Bones–almost nothing deeper, the source of our very blood, and support of our entire body. When true conviction for sin comes, it crushes deep, dries up our life-energy, and removes all … More Broken Bones, Rejoice!

On Eagles' Wings

Long before the Boeing 747, there was the eagle– soaring to altitudes of 2,400 feet on a seven-foot wing span, capable of carrying close to its own twelve-pound body weight, suspended by over 1,250 feathers on each wing. At the foot of Mount Sinai, God told Israel, “You have seen what I did to the … More On Eagles' Wings

Abraham Lincoln

Sullen, sunken, grayish eyes— Loss of mother, frontier skies; Books at end of oxen row, Ax out straight, and toe-to-toe; Failed at shop—what’s lent was spent, Fifteen years for every cent; Three for law, then Springfield bride, In-laws: Country ways despised; Four sons, never felt the belt— No “parental tyranny” dealt; Uncouth, yes; but truly … More Abraham Lincoln


But then again, When problems come In twos or threes, I think again Upon Your love And grace to me, And hope returns, So rich and free, To me–again.