Poetry

Poetry can be so encouraging. There is unfortunately not too many good Christian poems around (apart from the Hymns, which is really great stuff!). I don’t presume that my offerings are of any great standard, but you will also find stuff by others that are indeed great. Be blessed!

I stood a mendicant of God

I stood a mendicant of God
before His royal throne,
and begged Him for one priceless gift,
which I could call my own.

I took the gift from out His hand,
but as I would depart I cried:
but Lord, this is a thorn!
and it has pierced my heart.

This is a strange and hurtful gift
which thou hast given me.
He said: My child, I give good gifts,
and gave my best to thee.

I took it home and though at first,
the cruel thorn, hurt sore,
as long years past, I learned at last,
to love it, more and more.

I learned, He never gives a thorn,
without this added grace,
He takes the thorn to pin aside,
the veil which hides His face.

– Martha Nicholson

In Glory I will see

A leaf falls from a tree,
rocking softly down to die,
it is autumn now, and soon you’ll see,
the crisp chill winter sky.

A hair falls from off my head,
falling swiftly down to die,
still I’m young, but one day dead,
when all my children weep: good-bye.

But what of all of this fast decaying?
It seems so random and forlorn.
Not if you listen to what God is saying,
about Himself, since He was born.

Born indeed He never was,
before all time, He was and is.
Ever-present since, and none was lost:
no hair, no leaf, it all is His.

My going in and going out,
He knows and fully can discern,
He knows my heart, my pain, my doubt,
and when back home I will return.

So all my future, joys and fears,
lies gently in His hand,
the leaf, the hair, my pain and tears
are counted, like the sand.

This knowledge is too wonderful,
too deep and rich for me,
yet one day, when the time is full.
One day.
In Glory: I will see!

– Thomas

The peace of joy

One day, in a blink of an eye,
When time will stop and from the sky
descending, with trumpet calls and shouts of joy
the Maker and Redeemer of this world.

Clothed in wrath and fire, all will melt away,
The skies will flee and stars will fall,
whilst the creatures bow before, the dawning of a new day.
Emanuel has come!

His holiness burns and scourges all away
that is covered in darkness and shame.
But for me, it scourges all my blame!
And I weep with shouts of joy:
Emanuel has come!!!

As harsh the trumpet call,
as shrill the shouts for joy,
all silent falls and all creation bows their knee.
And in His presence they will know:
Emanuel has come!

Behold this wonder: even they that did not know
Him as Lord and God,
Now bow low before the weighty truth and Glory,
And see: they now even bow as low as me.
And in their fear they whisper: Emanuel has come!

And as we so, in reverent fear now lie,
With greater wonder behold the parting, burning sky,
The joy of heaven or the fear of hell will settle in.
The sheep will shout for joy, the goats will cry!
Emanuel has come!

To live in the absence of light and life,
Oh how dark and dead it then must be, and worse:
For they will see the glory of the Lord,
There beyond the pearly gates;
the entrance is now closed and sealed with a burning sword!

As this silence now turns into joy and praise,
My heart renewed, my perfect body raised,
In awesome wonder and love for Christ I stand!
And say to myself: God is with me! Emanuel!

Into eternal peace and rest we fly,
Covered by the burning holiness of God,
I will never stop to thank Him,
that once I could cry: “Oh come my Lord and save me!”

– Thomas

After sunset, you are there!
Ecclesiastes 12:2-7, Psalm 139:7-12, Is 42:7-8

The clouds return after the rain.
The sun is gone and the vast clouds of stars
are dancing in the sky, half visible.
In the day that the watchmen of the house tremble,
And mighty men stoop,
Those looking through the window grow dim.

The doors of the once busy streets are shut.
The grinding sound of the mill is low.
Oh, the mighty mills of the hills of milk and honey.
Who has abandoned you?
Silence has fallen unto the land
And all the daughters of song will sing softly!

Furthermore, men are afraid.
There are terrors in the roads out of town.
Death is waiting on each cross road.
The ways are broad and the gates are wide.
Man goes to his eternal dwelling,
While mourners go about in the street.

… then the dust shall return to the earth as it was,
and the spirit shall return to God who gave it.

Behold! A beam of light has broken through!
There, is see it, coming from the east!
The gloomy covering is broken open!
But can it be?
I said “Surely the darkness has overwhelmed me!
And the light around me has become night.”

“Where can I go from your spirit?
And where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in Sheol, You are there;”
See! the night is as bright as the day.
Darkness and light are alike to You.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me!
It is too high! I cannot attain to it.
You are the light! The Lord everlasting!
You bring out prisoners from the dungeons,
You open the eyes of the blind!

“I am the LORD, that is my name!”

– Thomas

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