A morning prayer...

...inspired by this morning's worship service.

My God, I contemplate Your works and I am left bewildered.

I think of Your glory and am left dumbfounded.

How am I to describe the God of mercy who turned His face from His own perfect sacrifice, only to make that same face shine on me, both a stranger and an enemy?

You are a God that shows both justice and compassion. Not in a single moment in the history of man, but throughout eternity. I am left small, resting on the grace of a great God.

Amen

What I learned this week...

All the calamities of the world can't scale the walls of my indifference.
But the tears of my wife, wash the walls away like waves on a sandcastle.
The generosity of the body of Christ breaks the gates like a strong army.
I am left humbled, knowing I am not as strong nor hard as I thought.

I reserve the right to delete this at any time...read fast.

Kevin Rocks! (or Rhymes)

Kevin over at Encyclopedia Kevinannica wrote a little diddy worthy of link. Thanks for the shout out.

This comes with a big H/T to Ann at Everyday in Grace. Really, check her blog, good stuff!

And since Kevin mentioned it is National Poetry Month, I thought I would repost my last (read "most recent", and yes that is a threat that I may do it again) cheesy poem.

Seaside Single Wide
(A Trailer Trash epic)

Found my spot on the shoreline
Ten paces to the dry side of high tide
Is where I'll park my trailer in no time
My own little seaside single wide

Toes in sand, I lean back in a resin chair
With an Avo burning and a cold Guinness
Watch the sun setting, smell the sea in the air
What tomorrow brings, I couldn't care less

I woke before dawn to a new sensation
A storm blew in, and the waves washed me out
So now my single wide is floating in the ocean
Along with a sinking feeling and rising doubt

Quickly find my single wide is not seaworthy
As it has already become an aquatic habitat
I was swimming in a riptide by six thirty
Using a resin chair as a make shift raft

Homeless but alive on a rocky shore
With nothing ahead of me but sheer cliffs
I begin to climb soon my body is sore
Takes forever and a day to reach the precipice

Exhausted on the plateau I can only lay
On this hard flat and steady stone
Both of us warmed by the sun's ray
Thinking this is where I'll build my home