
Wander over to the Barnabas Blog for my latest poem.
Righteousness Is the reward That stays The sword We have none Of our own But yearn for what You have sworn To make our joy complete Under heaven.
RWOz2
With joy
For You we wait
Knowing
What pleases You
Is faith.
Faith, that fragile herb
Springs forth at Your Word
Bowing its head down
Straining to hear the sound
Of Your glory under Heaven
And round
The rock of truth
It clings
And midst the clods
Blooms and sings
Your praises under Heaven
Though as neat
As a mustard seed
By it You meet
Our mountain of need
And make our joy
Complete
Under
Heaven.
RWOz2
(Would like to thank whomever put the basis of this graphic together. But could not locate him/her. Hope they would approve my tweaking of it).
Look into my heart
See the gladness there
My world is in your smile
We lift praise to Him
Who revealed His Heart
Joy bursts forth from There
Heaven is in His Smile.
RWOz2
Sinner before the Lord’s tribunal
Held in the Hands of the living God
For the Lord’s not just judge but witness
To all your years as you trod the sod
Not summoned before a peer-made jury
But to face all alone His hell bound fury
Perhaps you think it’s all been fated
Kept in the Hands of the living God
Hanging uneven ‘tween hell and Heaven
What would tip the scales to bring them even?
With what now can they be freighted?
Held by the Hands of the living God
With breath in silence bated
Not even a single wrong unstated
Know you not
The judge who passes sentence
Whose final word is final law
No longer waits for you
To take stock of what you’ve done
What will be the final decision
Was it His or was it yours all along
When you crawled from the Hands of the living God
RWOz2