We fail
All the time
In every place
In every way
Right or left
Up or down
Inside or out
If not in deed
Surely
In thought
He is unfailing
All the time
In every place
In every way
Right and left
Up and down
Inside and out
Even if it seems
He does not succeed
But suffers loss
Call to mind
The seed
Planted at
The cross.
RWOz2
You are profound
I am shallow
Even more
A very callow fellow
So what was it
That you saw in me
While You hung there
Upon that tree?
You are profound
I am not
Drawn to the sound
I had not sought
Invited in
The only loss my sin
To be left on the shore
And plied no more.
RWOz2
Behold!
Luck’s hapless stance!
For, indeed, there is no chance.
Nothing outside of you
To lay the blame to.
It wasn’t in your star
No need to look that far.
It lies as close to you
As the beat of your own heart.
There!
Hidden deep within!
Be truthful now, call it sin!
Agree with the One
Who made you.
Agree and He will break through
Destroying that which ensnares you.
To Him, sin’s former seat impart
For His desire has ever been
To be as close
As the beat
Of your own heart.
RWOz2
Is it really true
That my soul silently
Waits for God?
When the cauldron
Of my life
Is brought to a roiling boil.
Don’t I long to leap out
To save myself
From this unceasing toil
And lash out in my hurt
At an uncaring god?
What are You trying to teach me
As I sink under the pressing wave?
Can it be the thing
I am grasping
And holding to my breast,
The thing I gave life to
And nurtured day by day
Can it be the focus
Of Your anger
The cup to Your wrath?
And I must drink it
If I persist in my own path.
Lord, help me to see always
The deceitfulness of sin
That uncaring god in my life
Who preys on me instead
Help me to keep before me
The knowledge of the ugliness of sin.
And to remind me
That if my spirit is unquiet
Troubled deep within
It is only Your finger
Ploughing up the hardness of my heart
And casting out the impurity
That mars the image of You in me.
RWOz2
A day dawning
In fulsome gray
A fool yawning
Before going his way
Trim sure the sails
We’re going away
Shrill the shouting
To augment the hearing
(Under shorn of all standing
And half of the meaning)
Pushing at the bounds
All giving way
Hurried the parting
No longer cleaving
So much the pity
So much the leaving
Reckoning hard
Yet choosing easy
“Could I be wrong?”
The thought never sees me.
RWOz2
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