Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Friday, 12 April 2019

ON THE DAMASCUS ROAD

As Paul attempt to counter grace with force
"God intervenes and stops him in his course";
The light of God which shines in Jesus face
Displays the overwhelming force of grace.

Saturday, 6 April 2019

GLORIES OF CHRIST

We see the love displayed by Christ,
With reverence observing
The One who came to be with us
To spend His time in serving.

His grace has served our fevered state
To bring in regulation;
His love has served to cleanse our feet
To give us liberation.

How blessed is the way He serves
The saints His love was seeking
And clears the way into His thoughts
By His prophetic speaking.

A prophet's character was seen
In such a man as Moses;
But all is superseded by
What Jesus Christ discloses.

The Man who walked a priestly path
To help us in our weakness
With a new priestly order sits
In glory and uniqueness.

Throughout our times of doubt and tests
His priestly grace sustains us;
While in response to God, in love,
His priestly love maintains us.

A King shall reign in righteousness
As He whom God appointed,
Whose character of royalty
Is fit to be anointed.

Yet having served as Prophet, Priest,
And Sovereign, in perfection
Eternally the Son shall show
The glory of subjection.

Monday, 1 April 2019

PAUL

Did the bondman Paul
Smile wryly as he ennobled
The Roman wounds
To "the brand of the Lord Jesus"?      (Gal 6: 17)

Of Paul the prisoner "with
A chain when he enhanced it
To an ambassador's insignia,
Ironically?                                             (Eph 6: 20)

Or the apostle when he honoured
Rome's persecuted as "those
Of the household of Ceasar"?                (Phil 4: 22)

No jail could reduce
The "prisoner of the Christ Jesus",
"The prisoner of the Lord" to
A mere prisoner of Rome.                     (Eph 3:1; Eph 4: 1)

                           


Tuesday, 26 March 2019

AT HIS FEET

Luke 7

At His feet
- Which had borne Him from home comfort -
His myrrh-and-tear anointer
Learned forgiveness of sins.

Luke 8

At His feet
- Which carried Him to where need was -
The man whom mankind could not tame
Sat, clothed and sensible.

Luke 10

At His feet
- Which trod as the Father directed -
Mary chose the good part,
Listener.

Luke 17

At His feet
- Which were bearing Him on to the cross -
The cleansed, leprous, Samaritan, grateful man
Fell on his face.

Tuesday, 19 March 2019

GRACE

Here His grace
Is complete:
On my face
At His feet.

17/03/2019

I doubt if I'll manage to get shorter than that!

Saturday, 16 March 2019

EXCELLENCES

There's nothing like the cross;
Its rigours cut across
The wisdom and the pride
In which men would confide.

There's nothing like the grave:
If Jesus were to save
The rigour of its clasp
Must hold Him in its grasp.

There's nothing like the place
Before the Father's face,
Beyond all grief and loss
Since Christ endured the cross.

There's nothing like the throne
He'll sit on with His own
For whom He faced the grave
And rose with power to save.

03/03/2019

Wednesday, 13 March 2019

EPHESIANS

Hi, folk,

Just to mention that one of my poems has been posted to "Poems for Ephesians" at

Poems for Ephesians

Do have a look!

Saturday, 9 March 2019

HOW GREAT A PERSON

Since Jesus is my Master
My heart is an
Emplacement for Him.

For my defence
He is my Rock, my Fortress
And my bartizan.

Expanding my border
He is my Partisan
Amid Satan's reich.

How great a Person
To condescend
To be an artisan.

27/02/2019

Friday, 1 March 2019

WAITING

Come to York Station I observed the folk
Who waited there:
Some read their papers; others heard or spoke
In huddles; some scanned mobiles, half-aware
Of life around them; all ignored the ads,
Shabbily over them; staffed propped a wall
Or barrow, dandered off, and paused again;
Some youths exemplified the latest fads
Of speech or clothing.  If asked they would all
Have said that they were waiting for a train.

The platform opposite seemed empty - till
The train moved out:
A camera-wielding huddle seemed to fill
The platform end; and no lens gazed about,
But all aimed up the track; and soon I saw
An ancient locomotive panting near,
Weaving its shawl of steam and smoke behind;
The power that drove her speed had power to draw
From papers, phones, homes, wives, and trade and gear
That waiting crowd, all of one view and mind.

My friend, your waiting for the Lord to come
To catch away
His saints before His bright imperium
When every tongue accepts that He holds sway.
But are you waiting on the platform's length,
Distracted from the coming of the Lord?
Or are you at the platforms edge, no clog
Disturbing when He comes in grace and strength?
Come, friend: He's coming to be faith's reward,
And let us gaze towards Him, each heart agog.

Kingdom Poets (a blog by D.S. Martin): George Moses Horton

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Fascinating story!

Saturday, 23 February 2019

MATTHEW

Matthew 4

On the mountain of temptation
The Son of God displayed
The glory of subjection.

Matthew 5

On the mountain of legislation
The great King
Promulgated a fresh form of law.

Matthew 14

On the mountain of intercession
Jesus Christ the righteous
Acted Patron with the Father

Matthew 15

On the mountain of compassion
The Evangelist
Was the answer to ever need.

Matthew 17

On the mountain of transfiguration
God's beloved Son
Was announced as the One to be heard.

Matthew 24

The Mount of Olives,
Scene of wonders and signs,
Became the mountain of education.

Matthew 28

On the mountain of confirmation
The Risen One
Assured, commissioned, and empowered.

22 February 2019


Tuesday, 12 February 2019

PARAGRAPHS FROM BUNYAN'S "THE HOLY WAR"

Then the Prince called for the prisoners to come and to stand again before him, and they came and stood trembling.  And he said unto them, ‘The sins, trespasses, iniquities, that you, with the whole town of Mansoul, have from time to time committed against my Father and me, I have power and commandment from my Father to forgive to the town of Mansoul, and do forgive you accordingly.’  And having so said, he gave them, written in parchment, and sealed with seven seals, a large and general pardon, commanding my Lord Mayor, my Lord Willbewill, and Mr. Recorder, to proclaim and cause it to be proclaimed to-morrow, by that the sun is up, throughout the whole town of Mansoul.
Moreover, the Prince stripped the prisoners of their mourning weeds, and gave them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
Then he gave to each of the three jewels of gold and precious stones, and took away their ropes, and put chains of gold about their necks, and ear-rings in their ears.  Now, the prisoners, when they did hear the gracious words of Prince Emmanuel, and had beheld all that was done unto them, fainted almost quite away; for the grace, the benefit, the pardon, was sudden, glorious, and so big, that they were not able, without staggering, to stand up under it.  Yea, my Lord Willbewill swooned outright; but the Prince stepped to him, put his everlasting arms under him, embraced him, kissed him, and bid him be of good cheer, for all should be performed according to his word.  He also did kiss, and embrace, and smile upon the other two that were Willbewill’s companions, saying, ‘Take these as further tokens of my love, favour, and compassions to you; and I charge you that you, Mr. Recorder, tell in the town of Mansoul what you have heard and seen.’

Friday, 8 February 2019

TABERNACLE

He has brought us to
What He Himself pitched -
The true tabernacle.

Within it the ark, structured
By such nobles,
Bezaleel and Aholiab.

The mercy-seat,
Blood on the pure gold,
Is the place of justification.

All lit by
The lamps of the pure lampstand
Of pure gold, laced
With pure beaten olive oil.

     But purity demands
     That our approach is by
     The copper altar and the blood,
     The laver and its water.

For the heart of God
The golden altar pours up
Fragrance of His Beloved.

Blow the silver trumpet!
Let the good report
Sound and resound.

13/01/2019

Monday, 4 February 2019

RESURRECTION

Righteousness was there
As the Saviour rose,
Glorying in the witness to itself.

Peace was there
With the new ground for man
Established in clarity.

Joy was there
For the grave testing
Was forever past.

Mercy was there,
Feeling its release
To bless whosoever will.

Grace was there
Effusive with Joy;
Loving-kindness met Truth.

Justice was there;
And joined Grace and Mercy
In the celebration.

Love presided:
With Glory, Goodness, Greatness ...
All of God's attributes.

Sunday, 27 January 2019

THE MOUNT OF OLIVES

On this ascent David
Wept; but on this summit
David worshipped; and here
His friend Hushai met him.

All others going home
Jesus was here: alone,
But not alone, enjoying
The company of His Father.

The coigne afforded the Christ
A view of Jerusalem; a point
To which could come for prophecy
Four of His disciples.

In this vicinity Jesus found
The ass and colt; here
He was acclaimed; from here
He descended, and wept.

Having sung a hymn He led
To the place of anguished breath;
To the place of agony foreseen
Where the Father's will enthralled.

Next see a triumphing troop,
Disciples, returning from the Mount
Of Olive where they have observed
The ascension of their risen Lord.

And Messiah's feet will stand
On the Mount of Olives when He
Goes out to fight; this Mount shall
Be His people's way of escape.

Wednesday, 23 January 2019

ROOM

In His bosom there's
Room for you; but is there room
In your arms for Him?

Sunday, 20 January 2019

MINE

"Had I an angel's raiment - fair
With heavenly gems unpriced,
That glorious garb I would not wear,
My robe is Christ."

Had I a worldly sovereign's food
All delicately spiced
I would not find its substance good,
My food is Christ.

Were a king's honours offered me
I would not be enticed;
Since He has died to set me free
My glory's Christ.

Had I the world and all its store
I would not be sufficed;
My empty heart would long for more,
My wealth is Christ.

Had I a monarch's lofty throne
With deckings rich and fine
That paltry place I would disown -
Christ's place is mine.

The first verse is from a poem originally in German by G Ter Steegen.

Thursday, 17 January 2019

NATHANIEL

Doubtful, yet leadable, he joined a while
One who, since grace was poured into His lips, shone
In glory greater than once quelled the Egyptian,
From whom that grace meant he would not resile.
"An Israelite, in whom there is no guile",
Was Christ's immediate benign ascription;
He recognised himself in Christ's description,
And thus acknowledged it in guileless style.

And how much opened to Nathaniel:
The One who saw him and his fig-tree was
The Son of God, the King of Israel;

And life beyond old Israel's roots begun
To dawn upon Nathaniel's soul because
He glimpsed the glory of the Son of Man.

Thursday, 10 January 2019

THE CHURCH

Christ has, in answer to His heart,
Without man’s work or gilding,
But glorified though heaven’s art,
A vessel of His building.

A vessel formed for His delight
Is what His glorious church is;
He gave up all, so that He might
Have it by right of purchase.

And she is His since God ensured
Christ should not be alone:
The counsel of His will secured
One fit to share His throne.

How great the joy which will be His
In glory at His side,
Because the Holy Spirit is
Her help, and strength, and guide.

Saturday, 5 January 2019

MULTIPOEM

i

What a cluster of glories:
Robed by his father
In purity of byssus, scarlet’s
Royalty, imperial purple,
Heavenly blue, gold …

He went forth from his father
From the vale of Hebron
Seeking the welfare of
His brethren; “Come”, they said,
“And let us kill him …”

He went down into the pit,
Stripped of his brilliant coat;
Down into Egypt,
Down into slavery,
Down, down, into the prison house.

Pharoah gave Joseph his ring, dressed him
In byssus, adorned him
With a gold chain!  He made him ride in
The second chariot.  And they cried before him,
“Bow the knee!”
ii

What a cluster of glories:
Skilled in playing; valiant,
A man of war, skilled
In speech; of good presence:
Jehovah is with him.

He went forth from his father
Bearing food from his father,
Parched corn and loves,
For his brethren. “I know” said Eliab,
“The naughtiness of thy heart”.

He went down into the valley
Of terebinths; down to the brook;
Down to the five smooth stones:
There in the ravine
He smote the giant.

Returned to his kingship, receiving
All that had been lost, he appealed
To his own, and David bowed
The heart of all the men of Judah
As one man.
iii

What a cluster of glories:
The Son of His love, in whom
Is redemption; Firstborn
Of creation; Firstborn
From among the dead

He went forth from the Father
As the Man of His counsel
And He came to His own with
Words of grace and truth.  “This” they said,
“Is the heir: come let us kill him”.

He went down from the height of glory
To manhood; down to a bondman’s form;
Down to the death of the cross;
Down to the stone-closed grave;
Down to the bottoms of the mountains.

God has exalted Him, and will ensure
That every knee shall bow at
The name of Jesus; but now
The Lord has delight in
Hearts bowed to Him.


This follows from thoughts at

10 PARALLELS BETWEEN JOZEF AND DAVID REFERRING TO THE MESSIAH by Aritha at:

http://ariellapersoonlijk.blogspot.com/2018/12/10-parallellen-tussen-jozef-en-david.html

Read by rows or by columns.

Tuesday, 1 January 2019

NEW YEAR

(for Rosie)


A new year has begun: and swells of change
Will surge behind and swirl around our boat;
As days move on landscapes will rearrange
And through grace only will we stay afloat.
Yet as our curragh rushes on we'll know
There is within a place we love to share
Since though the currents drive and torrents flow
We're nurtured by a wife and mother's care.

And up above the sun, in changelessness,
Provides a fixed point, rule, and warmth and light;
It constancy rebukes our fickleness;
It brightness warms us still and makes us bright.

Since God's great love in Christ casts out all fear
We voyage together through another year.



Written for New Year 1996