Saturday, April 2, 2011

Sometimes I Pray in Poetry

Michael E. WoodMarch 29, 2011

For the most part the poetry and songs that are given to me to write is not something of which I intentionally set out to do, but along with the gift that has been given me of which I trust that Christ is magnified therein, they are the outflow of the things concerning Himself that He gives me to contemplate from day to day. To glorify God and to enjoy Him forever is not something we shall do one day, but is something Christ is pleased to do and to give us in the here and now, and will come to full fruition at His return.

The following began with a few thoughts before turning out the lights for bed Monday night, and was completed Tuesday morning, which accounts for the difference in personages referred to and the meter.

Sometimes I pray in poetry
It is a grace that’s given me.
Rejoicing in the liberty
Because of Christ on Calvary.


Much more in private to be sure
As freedom flows from Him that’s pure,
For sin Christ is the double cure,
As I in Him am made secure.


For though our progress may appear
And seem to be so slow,
We thank You for the pleasure
That You give that we may know,
By grace alone through faith alone
Your glory is imparted,
That we may know You better now
Than when at first we started
Upon the path You chose for us
And brought us by the light
Of glory seen by Christ alone,
And Precious in Your sight.


And though we have a tendency
To make a mess of things
By sin when blinded by our pride,
Your mercy lifts on wings
Our hearts to see and then confess,
And trust the cleansing blood
Of Jesus Christ our Lord and King
Our Vine which brings to bud,
And then the fruit which demonstrates
A heart of true repentance,
And glory give to Him alone
Who paid for our due sentence.


We thank You Father for the truth
To us You have made known
That You have loved us as Your Son,
And took us for Your Own.
We thank You that eternity
Is only that sufficient
To grow and know Your beauty
As the One who Is Omniscient.


So when our minds are muddled
And we fail to see Your smile,
Oh strengthen us according to
Your promise for the trial
Of which You have in wisdom
Chosen for us to display
Your faithfulness and holiness
To make us more that day
Like Jesus in perfection
Knowing fully that it is
Your glory and Your pleasure
Then displayed in all of His.

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