These are some of the attempts at verse that I have made over the years. I trust that they are to the glory of the Lord Jesus - and that putting them here is to His glory too.
I have now posted most that I have written at least once but continue in case a new audience finds new blessing. Occasionally I throw in some other verse.
Comment are welcome.
With silver, precious stones, and gold I built a delicate, costly tower; Chryselephantine work extolled My Master, to its utmost power ‑ But storms arose ‑ it would not stand For it was founded upon sand.
Again ‑ but now on rock ‑ I built An edifice designed to swell The praise of Him who bore my guilt; I thought my work had progressed well But fire demolished all I saw ‑ Since it was wood and grass and straw.
Lord, let me build on Thee alone According to Thy heavenly plan And let me be a living stone Solely for Thee, and not for man; And if the glory all is Thine The happiness and peace are mine.
His priestly order, that of Melchisedec, Is intransmissible, and has no end, Triumphant over the tentacles of death. In priestly garb “Holinesse on the Head”, Light and perfection cherished within the breast, “Harmonious bells below, raising the dead” To bear and lead them to lasting life and rest, In heavenly blue - thus our true Aaron’s drest. He has approached as perfect offerer, His offering perfection of Himself: In power of blood which He Himself had shed He made the way into the holiest.