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.
Since He came to relieve bearers, The bereaved, blind, and dumb, So that strangers should be retrieved; Ears He opened - where first Eve Let temptation enter; fever He rebuked, and those who believed Him Followed; and all He would achieve Rooted from His excellence. God Saw a heave-offering; men A panacea for their peevishness. See those who received Him, children Of God - metal to magnet, cleaving To Him - grace made them perceive His worth, leave all for One Weaving a seamless garment.
Jehovah's trees are satisfied, because He planted them, and tends each branch and shoot - They are as men who contemplate His laws - While His supply refreshes every root. Look at the cedars burgeoning in might, In spread, and girth, and groundedness, and height. As for the stork, the fir-tree is her house.
I slept. And my Beloved knocked. Alas! That my response was not alacritous. How unlike, Acsah springing from her ass, Or Abigail, my moves were ponderous. I rose to open but He had withdrawn; I rose and sought Him but I found Him not. I asked,where had my Well-beloved gone? And went to seek Him since I was distraught The watchmen wounded me. The daughters asked, What He is like? And then He filled my gaze With all His loveliness, and as I basked In all His excellence I told His praise. Blest Spirit, let me fix my eyes on Him, And days will not be dull nor I be dim.
I love the Name
of Jesus Which tells of
tenderness Of God come
near in manhood To comfort and
to bless; It tells of
constant mercy And
condescending grace To poor and
weak and needy, To blind and
lame and base.
I love the Name
of Jesus Which tells of
One who came To bear man’s
brutal malice, To bear the
cross of shame, But more, to
bear God’s judgment, Whose power did
not relent, That there
might be salvation For sinners who
I love the Name
every day, Gives succour
to sustain me Upon my pilgrim
way. I long to see
the visage Of Him who died
for me When He shall
come in glory And all shall
bow the knee.
Trebly a wanderer - Born, a sojourning reject; Fled from the king's wrath; Sheep-leader, behind the wilderness - He arrived at the mountain of God. God had marked each footstep. Combating on the hilltop Sustained by Aaron and Hur He prevailed with Jehovah; Until Joshua Combating in the plain Shattered Amalek's power. He shepherded the people He had led by still waters And pastured on the Manna To God's holy mountain, To Sinai; yet God Bore them to Himself. If the first tables were as shattered As the people's promise, With newly-hewn tables The intercessor stood on God's rock Upon Sinai, under God's hand To hear and see God's glory. Israel's first great poet He sang of the mountain Of God's inheritance; of the best things Of the ancient mountains; but also Of the God who was Before the mountains were brought forth. So the king in Jeshurun, In unimpaired vigour climbed Pisgah, there to behold God's populated domain; There to die; and there to have uniquely Burial by God in the valley. But what goodness of God To give him at last a venture into His land; to stand with Jesus To know His accomplishments, More than all he foresaw, on The mount of transfiguration.
This is a multipoem, or several poems. You may follow route one for a series of considerations of the Lord Jesus in varied circumstances, tested against the features mentioned in Philippians 4:4. Or you can follow route two for the series of poems, True, Noble, Just, Pure, Amiable. Or you can wander your own way forward from this verse to create a poem that no one else may ever have read. But there is no turning back. I would love to hear how you get on the journey.
Jehovah is my Shepherd, therefore I
Shall have no wants; and He has made me lie
In verdant pastures; and led me beside
Still waters; He revives me; I abide
Under His care in paths of righteousness
For His Names sake. Though shades of
Me on the pathway I will fear no harm
Since Thou art with me, and Thy rod and staff
Console me; Thou dost give on my behalf
A sumptuous meal despite my enemies;
Thou dost anoint my head with oil; always
My cup brims. So I know that
And goodness will escort me when I roam
And that God’s house is my eternal home.
A fit place for the Ark he longed to find
When he was still a youth in Bethlehem;
So as the king he firstly had in mind
To bring it upward to Jerusalem.
But when they took the Ark when he was spurned,
And Absalom his son usurped his throne,
David ordained that it should be returned:
He would not make the Ark of God his own.
Peter loved Christ, rejoicing to belong
To such a Master, who did all things well;
But "Peter taking Him to him" was wrong
And moved by impulses Christ had to quell.
May I delight to call the Saviour mine
But on His terms since He remains divine.
Using the fleshly notion of a cart
They sought to carry up the Ark, but failed.
When they eschewed the ways of human art
And went by God's due order they prevailed.
And what a time of holy jubilance:
Hear voice and music praise with one accord!
See David, in true fervour, play and dance
In honour of the glory of the Lord!
Often desires are good, objectives right,
But means wrong, till the way that God desires
Is followed; and He has for His delight
His Christ and those that glorious One inspires.
What joy it is to God that He should find
Those who give Christ the honour God designed.
Rightly she named her infant "Ichabod"
At that abyss of Israel's decline:
Men fled; the priest was dead; the Ark of God
Was taken captive by the Philistine.
But what is this that comes across the field
(Decked with the Philistine's pathetic pelf)
In power and dignity which will not yield:
The Ark of God is caring for itself.
They led the Saviour to a place of scorn,
Thinking to choose if He should die or live;
"Jesus..went forth..wearing the crown of
The Son of God retains the initiative.
And now, despite the worst the world can do
The Lord will bring His testimony through.
Hands of the priests alone could touch the Ark To robe it in the glory of the veil And safety of the badgers' skins to embark Across the wilderness's arid trail; But all was swathed in blue. The sombre tones Of all around as it went forth to seek A resting place through desert sand and stones Show once again the Ark to be unique. And thus the heavenly Man moved in a scene Foreign to Him; but if He laid aside Some of His glories His distinctive mien Showed heavenly grace which flesh could never hide. While each true Israelite, in heaven's view, Should also wear a thread of heavenly blue.
The Ark of God upheld the Mercy‑seat Where stretched the pinions of the cherubim: From here the word of God, and men, can meet Since God had found all suitable to Him. All was of gold; and all God's righteousness Set forth for men in mercy may unfold. God has secured an avenue to bless From this place forth: since blood was on the gold. God's rights in mercy have been fully met Because the blood of Jesus has sufficed To satisfy the heart of God and set Him free to speak to every man in Christ. Eternally God has before His sight The blood of Him in whom He has delight.
Out of the wilderness, yet sap‑embrued, As if it grew where it did not belong The acacia seasoned to acacia wood: "How pliable, how durable, how strong!" Yet see one's skilful workmanship enfold Wood, measured to its own distinctive marque, Inside and outside, with the finest gold To integrate one vessel, God's own Ark. We see perfection in humanity, Suitable to sustain and to express The glory inherent in divinity Even while journeying in the wilderness. Beholding One so near, and yet beyond All human thought, we willingly respond.
Why do the mighty Jordan's waters turn? Does a great barrier thwart their onward urge Or some vast tempest's concentration spurn, For once, the vigour of its downward surge? No. Just an Ark. Its littleness prevails: Though men might deem it insignificant Yet by God's power its presence countervails Where flood before were always dominant.
Only a man to men's self‑holden sight, The Christ advanced to meet death's awesome power; And through God's strength and His inherent right Quelled it and freed men it once forced to cower.
For while death's torrent rages as before We stand with Christ upon the other shore.