Embrace of intimacy
Between God and men!
Welcome. 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.
“I see hundreds and hundreds of ships
Sailing out of the harbour.”
But what ladings –
Precious gems discovered, emerald,
Ruby, sapphire, diamond and pearl.
Gold in its purity,
Silver refined; copper
Fired to value of gold.
Abundant spices, fragrant,
For their home-coming,
Myrrh, aloes, cassia…
Rich their sheets and tackle;
Billowing from the crosstrees,
Buoyant their pennons.
Tribute for their Master –
He comes from their destination
To their coming –
His Grace.
The first two lines are the last words of the poet George Mackay Brown.
The world is dried.
Its hope has died.
But a new life has filled our gaze
In One who, to eternal days,
Will draw out earth and heaven’s praise –
The Christ, the crucified.
The world is cold.
Its life grows old.
But a fresh world has filled our view
Where Christ, the Holy and the True,
Through whom God can make all things new
Will always be extolled.
The world is grim.
Its lights grow dim.
But saints are singing with delight
Since Jesus Christ has filled their sight
Until the ransomed host unite
In glorifying Him.
Through the death of His Son
God has made us His friends.
What a triumph He won
Through the death of His Son!
All the work has been done
To accomplish His ends:
Through the death of His Son
God has made us His friends.
Grace sometimes was the sunshine
Embracing with warmth.
Grace sometimes was the rainfall
Driving me homeward.
Grace sometimes was the rainbow
Spectral with promise.
Sometimes grace as a shepherd
Led me to green pastures.
But grace sometimes was a judge
Admonishing me.
And often grace was a nurse
With pills or pillows.
Grace always was a witness
To the heart of God.
For three days
and three nights
the Father had care
of the spirit that a crucified Man
entrusted to Him:
And that spirit
was the Lord Himself.
For thirty secret years
and more than three in service
the Son of Man displayed
that attitude and compassion,
in dry paths and chill houses,
that we call
the spirit of Christ.
From the glorified Man,
because Christ, as Man, had acceded
to being sent by the Father
has been sent the omnipotent Person
who gladly bears the title
the Spirit of Christ.
Through generations
persons freed by Christ
to be His bondmen
have given the testimony
more by their deeds than their words
that they shine with the spirit of Christ.
Once I was a gas-guzzler, belching fumes:
Grace has converted me to solar power.
I wandered through side-roads and cul-de-sacs:
Now grace gives satellite navigation.
My windscreen was translucent and shattered:
Grace replaced it, and broadened my vision.
My brakes could not restrain my headlong course:
Discs, pads, and fluid – grace replaced them all.
For my overheating engines and gears
Grace has abundance of coolant.
For God will hear
The heavens in which His Son
Conducts the sons in praise.
The heavens will hear
The earth, where a new song
Swells from the blood-washed.
The earth will hear
The corn, and the new wine,
And the oil.
And they will hear
A new pulse in their liquors –
All is Christ’s sowing.
See Hosea 2: 21,22
Lord, let me light for you
A candle.
The wind will blow it out.
Let me prepare for you, Lord,
A tabernacle.
Moth and rust destroy.
Then let me, Lord, adorn a cross
With sapphires and rubies.
Thieves break in and steal.
So let me come to you, Lord,
Just as I am.
Accepted.
I had crashed like all normal computers
But the mercy of God rebooted me.
Though my programmes were incompatible
He has linked me in grace to a mainframe.
Grace gave me a new hard-drive and software –
All I wait for is an upgraded screen.
Seeing my limited applications
It gave me richer functionality.
Where I had been merely a stand-alone
Grace connected me to a world wide web.
The perfect poem
Has the perfect theme
Perfectly expressed.
The best images
Meld in the best form
With the best language.
The best theme is Christ -
But what man could tell
The Lord's perfection?
The Holy Spirit
Indites perfectly
The worth of Jesus.
While divine wisdom
In babes and sucklings
Tunes perfected praise.
Let songs of praise and wonderment be raised
To Him who, having suffered to atone,
Is seated now upon the Father’s throne –
The Lord is great, and greatly to be praised!
Waiting until sin’s impact is erased
The whole creation has been caused to groan,
But even now a song comes from His own –
The Lord is great, and greatly to be praised!
And when we see Him we will be amazed
Because of His delightfulness and grace,
And we will sing, as we behold His face throne –
The Lord is great, and greatly to be praised!
(Sprung)
O praise the Saviour for His love –
But what is love? Touching the sick,
Weeping with the bereaved, feeding the hungry,
Washing the disciples’ feet; submitting
To swords and bonds; going alone
To face the cross. And going alone
To the Father’s house to prepare a dwelling
For us. And desiring the presence of His own.
What is love? All that the Saviour
Showed to us, and shows us still.
(Free)
O praise the Saviour
For His love
Is a husbandly love
Pleading with his unfaithful spouse;
Is a fatherly love
Gently taking my hand to help me walk;
Is an observant love
Rejoicing to see fruit ripen;
Is an alluring love
That speaks from His heart to ours.
O praise the Saviour for His love
That has displayed heavens’ fulness.
Bless Him since He has descended
To demonstrate the heart of God.
He came into the world to die
And He came to fulfil God’s will.
How love shone at Golgotha’s cross!
How love shines in His present care!
O praise the Saviour for His love
That took Him to a world of strife
Where humans elbow, kick and shove.
O praise the Saviour for His love
That came from peaceful scenes above
And caused Him to lay down His life.
O praise the Saviour for His love
That took Him to a world of strife.
(Hymn)
Oh praise the Saviour for His love
Which made Him take on blood and flesh,
As come from realms which are above,
To bring men back to God afresh.
Love brought Him to a world of sin
Which held men in captivity;
He worked in grace to bring men in
To righteousness and liberty.
Love led the Saviour to the tree
To bear sin’s judgement and atone
That sinners might be just and free,
Secured by Christ to be His own.
Victorious through all He endured
He sits upon the throne above:
We sing, as those He has secured,
“Oh praise the Saviour for His love!”
The first line is the first line of a fine hymn - that is suitable for a burial. I wanted to make it use it more broadly, since it is a very fine line. If the Lord will I will put other variations of this on in the next few days.
To find company –and sin
Had nipped every bud.
He walked in the garden
With His own, but men
Bound Him and led Him.
He walked in the garden
And Mary was there
Like a half-opened flower.
He walks in the garden,
His enclosed garden, to enjoy
Buds, blossoms, and fruit –
Life according to Him.
Oh, what can we say of Thee, Father?
Thy greatness exceedeth our praise:
Yet Thou in Thy grace
Hast found us a place
Through Thine own ineffable ways.
We think of the glory of purpose
Before all creation began
That Thou shouldst acquire
What thou didst desire -
Thy sons brought to Thee in one Man.
We wonder at what it has cost Thee
For Thou didst not spare Thine own Son;
Thy love is displayed
In what Thou hast paid:
We praise thee for all Christ has done.
And Thou art the Father of glory
Whom Jesus rejoiced to proclaim
But we are drawn near
Where love casts out fear
To praise thy most glorious Name.
Thy power and Thy glory excelleth,
Thy wisdom comes down from above;
Yet wisdom and might
Secured Thy delight
Since both were subservient to love.
Alive in every natural relation,
Alive in all the joy of life,
And, through God's operations in salvation
Amid a world of death and strife
She was alive to God.
But suddenly God took her from the duty
And joy of earth's relationships
One said she lay there "in her usual beauty"
As blood and flesh relaxed their grips
Alive to none but God.
And now the earthen vessel has been broken
With all the claims of earth;
For no one may refute what God has spoken.
Yet while we smart at death and dearth
She is alive to God.
She, with his saints, awaits the resurrection;
She, with his saints, awaits Christ's call:
She will arise, clothed in a fresh perfection,
Assembling with His saints who all
Will be alive to God.
In Christ God found
An outlet for His heart
Through which in love He might impart
Grace which will through eternity abound
In Christ God found an inlet to my heart
To funnel love which every day
And through eternity
He will impart.
Jesus is my Saviour, Jesus is my Friend,
Jesus is my Shepherd, guiding to the end;
Jesus is my Master, Jesus is my Lord,
Jesus is my Shield and very great Reward;
Jesus is my Sunshine, Jesus is my Day,
Jesus is my Leader in the heavenly way.
Do you know the Saviour? Do you have a Friend?
Do you know the Man on whom you can depend?
Do you know the Master? Do you call Him Lord?
Are you bound to Jesus by faith's eternal cord?
Do you walk in sunshine? Do you know the day
Which goes and brightens to eternity.
He will be your Saviour if you trust in Him:
He will give you sunshine which will never dim;
When you know the Master, when you know the Lord
You with those who love him will sing with one accord:
"Jesus is my Saviour, Jesus is my Friend,
Jesus is my Shepherd guiding to the end!"
Alleluia to the Saviour!
Bless the glorious Name of Jesus;
Come before His throne with gladness,
Do Him homage for His greatness.
Everlasting praise will echo
For the Firstborn of creation,
God's anointed Priest and Prophet,
Heaven's Centre of affection,
Israel's Monarch and Messiah,
Judah's Prince and Sprout of Glory,
King of kings and Prince of princes,
Lord of lords and Head of all things!
Men of every tribe and nation,
Nurtured in that splendid kingdom
Open wide their mouths in anthems
Praising Jesus their Redeemer.
Queenlike His beloved assembly
Raptured by her Bridegroom's beauty
Sits upon His throne beside Him.
Thousands upon thousands bring Him
Universal acclamation;
Victory is accorded to Him,
Worshippers are bowed before Him,
Xenia presented to Him:
Young and old in happy chorus
Zealously sing - Alleluia!
Blest Spirit, help increase my appetite
For Jesus whom Thou dost present as food;
I long to savour more of this delight
Since I have tasted that the Lord is good.
Thou didst, blest Spirit, open up my ear
To hear the Saviour when I was astray;
Help me to listen and have ears to hear
Thy word to the assemblies day by day.
Though Moses died His eyesight did not dim -
O Spirit of the Lord control my sight
That with my eyes exclusively on Him
My body always may be full of light.
The Lord of life has touched me in my need:
He lifted me and set me up through grace -
Blest Spirit, help me handle well I plead
The substance of this elevated place.
A life entirely for the Father's will
And death entirely to the Father's mind
Rose as a fragrance - may, blest Spirit, still
Such fragrance rise from those Thou hast refined.
Because she knew that Jesus was distinctive
The woman broke the flask of alabaster
And with a gesture lovingly instinctive
Poured out the precious nard upon the Master.
Because His glory passed their comprehension
Since they embraced an older dispensation
The woman's tender deed evoked dissension
From even those selected from the nation.
Because her action proved she apprehended
The way He went and answered His affection
He spoke as her Defender and commended
Her deed as right for constant recollection.
Lord, help us in our deeds as we aspire
To answer to Thyself and Thy desire!
Their meeting has no steeple;
Their preacher has no cope;
This world's great names
Assert no claims -
They have a better hope:
Wonderful, wonderful people
Wonderful people of God.
With heavenly behaviour
They praise with one accord
Their hearts unite
With great delight
For Jesus is their Lord:
Wonderful, wonderful Saviour
Wonderful Saviour from God.
Their heart has One to stir it
To answer to Christ's love
Their anthem swells
For in them dwells
The Spirit from above:
Wonderful, wonderful Spirit,
Wonderful Spirit of God.
Around us are our tender flock
Within this howling wilderness;
Under the shadow of the Rock
Care for them with me, Shepherdess.
As shepherds must we'll guide their feet
Amid the desert's brokenness
To where the gentle grass is sweet:
Care for them with me, Shepherdess.
We'll keep them near the water's flow
Whilst all around is barrenness;
While by its glassy streams they grow
Care for them with me, Shepherdess.
Teach me, as Rachel must have taught
Jacob, to heed their tenderness
In case the lambs are overwrought:
Care for them with me, Shepherdess.
A greater Shepherd guides above
Our ignorance and bruckleness;
Under the shelter of His love
Care for them with me, Shepherdess.