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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.’