The Humbled Humbly Hope…

I watched an old man bending down
He rose with quite a burden on his back.
Yet, not his own, His God-given shoulders,
Were the strength his brothers lacked.

She stooped to sweep the crystal glass
Glittering -shattered- across her
“Spotless” kitchen floor.
A sorry, clumsy sister’s… accident.
Time and time-again… again…
Forgiven… once more.

Bowed before the Master,
Who is a Saviour-King.
A once-would-be disaster,
To every Noble thing,

Now strongest, when laid low before,
Him who raises up.
We’re called to walk by the power of
His Spirit, from one cup.

Kneeling, He sees eye-to-eye,
And felt this dusty earth,
Christ knows the taste of the silent groan,
“Redemption, come! New birth!”

At His command we’re called to, “Duck!”
And trusting Him, obey.
Now covered in a cloud of wisdom,
We hear evil snatch his prey.

Knees too weak to even kneel,
Eyes too red to look.
Staggering, collapsing,
As if the whole world shook,

Our faces to the ground,
Our hearts SO low,
We’d almost forgotten
What it is to know.

The embrace of Love

-Fulfilling hope.

But with a glimmer -a spark!
We remember:
The rope!

Woven of a great God’s love,
Aye, and of a great God’s strengths,
Yes, by a great God’s wisdom,
Spanning providential lengths.

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