The trials which have smothered you and frozen all your dreams
(Those icy fingers down your spine unraveled all your seams)
Are burdens which you never sought; indeed, you begged them gone,
And yet, they linger dawn to dusk, and dusk to weary dawn.
But Pilgrim, lift your tired head, and brace your feeble knees;
For lessons learned in schools of pain are not like schools of ease –
What humbled heart and broken bones with faith can start to grow
Is rather like the evergreen made beautiful by snow.
The tomb is empty
All sin’s burdens roll away
God’s weight loss program
frost feeds on fear
freezes future fortunes
dishes up death on a silver platter
wouldn’t it be shocked to know
when we are flash-frozen
we grow glorious?
Crimson, hope has heartbeat yet,
Holds it own as mockers fret;
Lifeblood of this winter hour,
Hope’s perception is its power.
Fog obscures the path
Danger lurks around the bend
Your love points me home
When what my eyes can see is not reality,
When beautiful appears as Judas’ kiss;
When up turns out to sink like stones of gravity,
And all is chaos, I remember this –
No matter the confusion all around me,
No matter how things look from where I stand,
The God who reigns above, both pure and Holy,
Holds every circumstance inside His hand.
It rises on wings of hope.
It faces fear –
Doesn’t demand directions,
Assumes the destination is worth the effort.
It ascends over distractions,
Leaves entanglements and confusion far below.
It relies on others,
Forges relationships in which leaders are followers,
Treads in paths marked by sandaled feet.
It lands in greener pastures, because