The Biggest Losers

easterThe tomb is empty

All sin’s burdens roll away

God’s weight loss program

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Surprise

frosty-fence

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?

Inside His Hand

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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.

Faith Flies

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Faith flies.

It rises on wings of hope.

It faces fear –

Doesn’t demand directions,

Assumes the destination is worth the effort.

Faith floats.

It ascends over distractions,

Leaves entanglements and confusion far below.

Faith forms.

It relies on others,

Forges relationships in which leaders are followers,

Treads in paths marked by sandaled feet.

It lands in greener pastures, because

Faith flies.

Upon the Road

dusty-sunset

When darkness hides the way, You are light;

When fog obscures the path, You are sight.

When storm clouds surge and wail, You are calm;

When thunder pounds out fear, You are psalm.

When chaos clutches tight, You are care;

Though valleys lead me deep, You are there.

So every place I step, I’ll bring You –

For You, O Gentle Shepherd, lead me through.