Temple Stones

Temple Stones

We then
May not boast
We are in by grace
And grace alone
Through
No effort of our own.
Rough undressed stones
Wrenched from the quarry
Wholly imperfect. 

Yet we shall not thus remain
But another perfection attain
And not by our own volition
Shall we be fitted for addition
Onto the eternal Temple.

Even then
In days of long gone by
And far from Mount Sion
Hammer and chisel
Noised their will
After measured twice
Before taken to Mount Sion
And there builded up
To contain the holy glory.

Thus He does use
The hammer of hardship
And the chisel of trials
Here below
To shape and fit us
To behold the holy glory
There above
Forever.

RWOz2

Beloved Father

Beloved Father

Beloved husband
Of one wife
Beloved father
Grand and great grand
Beloved friend
To all in his orbit
Stillness now covers
The frenetic pace
Time is run out here
And begun elsewhere
Rounded third base
And now safe at home
Beyond the hurley burley
Beyond our view
Under restful skies
By the side of the Eternal
Father and Husband
And Friend.

RWOz2

We buried my father yesterday. I wrote these thoughts as a tribute to him.

Love you, Dad.

The Invitation

The Invitation

Drawn by
The attraction
Still my senses
Were telling me
The cost would be
More than
I could bear
But all I could do
Was stand and stare

There it lay
Unopened
Filling me with dread
There were so
Many places
I’d rather go instead
The fear was
Overwhelming
Petrified by
The unknown
Arrayed all
Around me
By properties
Ingrown

I knew it for what it was
Or thought I did
Now there’s the rub
The bogeys I see
Within my mind
Whisper nothings
All too real

A ‘No decision’ is a decision
No balance between yes and no
The answer is final either way
And rendered under the seal.

RWOz2

You Get What You Want

You Get What You Want

You get what you want
In the end
What you’ve spent your life
Pursuing
Wrapping up what you’ve
been doing

Should you be surprised
When at last you realize

What you turned
A deaf ear to
You knew all
Along was true

But it was old
And stuffy
And offered
The surface
You could not
See behind

You get what you want
In the end
What you’ve been
Busy sowing
Decides what to you
Is owing
He was not beyond
Your knowing

But now beyond your reach
From your side of the breach

We were asked
To believe
The Word
Not our
Eyes

You traded
The plain truth
For satan’s
whispered lies.

RWOz2