Book II

Index:

1. I See
2. the greastest of these.......
3. JESUS
4. REACH !
5. EXALTATION
6. beauty
7. ETERNAL SAVIOR
8. Meant To

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I See

Jesus in Gethsemane
Sweating blood on bended knees

Jesus kissed by Judas now
A kiss betrays His fevered brow

Jesus picking up an ear
Wonders aloud why Him they fear

Jesus meeting Peter’s eye
Sees him leave with bitter cries

Jesus asked “Are you God’s son?”
Declares it so and His judging’s done

Jesus with Rome’s Governor
Telling gently why He was born

Jesus sent to Herod then
Silent, robed…. He returns again

Jesus scourged by Roman hands
Fulfilling prophecy’s demands

Jesus on the pavement next
Pilate looks for a pretext

Jesus comforts Pilate some
The man’s afraid, somewhat undone

Jesus stands as they cry out
“Crucify him, crucify him…”

Jesus… Pilate caving in
Fulfilling the law’s demands of sin

Jesus, garbed in my own clothes
Wearing insults, stripes and blows

Jesus bears the heaviest load
Down the Dolorosa Road

Jesus stumbles, Simeon nigh
Forced to help his Savior die

Jesus climbs the frightful hill
There His Holy Blood to spill

Jesus meek as any lamb
Naked, pierced in Feet and Hands

Jesus lifted up from the earth
Giving us our second birth

Jesus coat upon the ground
Despised the shame without a sound

Jesus speaks, lo, seven times
Words without a need of rhyme

Jesus promises the thief
New life with Him and no more grief

Jesus light has fled away
Comes the darkness at mid-day.

Jesus gives His Spirit up
Unto His Father... He’s drunk the cup.

Jesus riven is his tent
Like the Temple veil now rent

Jesus dead upon the cross
My precious hope ! at such cost!

Jesus pierced now once again
Water now on earth He sends

Jesus’ loved ones stand aghast
They thought His rule of love would last

Jesus’ friends now bury Him
The rich cool tomb He enters in

Jesus passes from human view
Almost as if they never knew……..yet

“Jesus, Jesus we saw You,
We touched You, we loved You…. Where are You?”


Jesus setting captives free
And taking captive captivity


Jesus preaching to those who slept
Before upon the earth He wept



Jesus, flashing, breaking out!
His disciples, filled with doubt,
See Him now, again, What’s this?
It’s Jesus, yes! It really is!!!!!




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the greastest of these.......


I love Father and I love my enemy,
I love Jesus because he set me free:
to love all men, and neighbors
who knock upon my door,
and to clothe the naked and the poor...

I love God and the many now deceived,
Oh that they might hearken to His Voice,
That they might see Him as the Truth
and read the Words in red
and believe it all is just as he has said...

I love You Holy Spirit, Dear Spirit teaching me
How to be like Jesus, God my Savior
How to mortify my ill doings
How to speak the truth in Love
As I hear it spoken from heaven up above...

I love my brothers and sisters in the Lord,
Jesus is our Savior and our KING,
He sets us free from the power of sin
to love each as He loves
and end the dark of enmity...

I love You Jesus, You gave your all for me,
Your the bravest man that ever
it's more than we deserve
So I'll love you in endless eternity..........................
"...and now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity."

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JESUS

Jesus.
He makes a way in the wilderness,
Jesus.
He makes a way where there is no other,
Jesus.
He’s the only way to the Father,
Jesus.
He’s the Way, the Truth, and the Life for all who believe.


Jesus.
He speaks the Truth to the inward part,
Jesus.
He speaks His Truth and there is no other,
Jesus.
He prays for you to His Father,
Jesus.
He’s the way, the Truth and the Life for all who believe.


Jesus.
He is Life and Love for the soul of man,
Jesus.
He came to give us Life abundant,
Jesus.
Let’s lose our self life and live in His Life
Jesus.
He’s the Way, the Truth and the Life for all who believe.

D. Severy Autumn 1996


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REACH ! lifting up Holy hands without wrath or doubting

Reach above the idols of today.
They’re very short, put next to God our King;
They can do for you not anything,
But lead you from Him far away to stray.

Look o’er the top their heads of dry hard clay,
To the now and to horizon’s bounds,
And then beyond to Christ in Majesty,
To His throne where praise and laud resound.

Put away the makings of dead gods.
Lend the sound of your own speech to prayer.
Put away the stone and clay and wood,
Away! The tools that formed the things we’ve dared.

Our hands and minds have plied the elements
With brilliance that could come alone from God,
Yet all the glitter, glamour is pretense
‘Til mind and hand and head to God do bow.

From obelisk to gate of Babylon,
From images of totems of the north,
And images that now do speak and move!
From these now all hell’s evil does pour forth.

The landscape once so clean is littered now
With gods all false and purposed to distract.
Now men do worship these and to them bow
And plow and seed to reap not looking back

To see the Truth of God they’ve left behind,
Preferring self to Him and Good and right.
With thoughts of self for self by self in mind
They darkly with deceit do walk the night.

So reach above all idols e’re were graved
And look to Heaven’s heights where now does sit
One Alive Who Was Will Be And IS
Forever : God Alone : our God : no hand e’er made !




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EXALTATION


O Lord, what is man?
What have You wrought in us,
who bow before Your Throne,
who are Your very own,
we who believe in Your Word?

O God, please, who am I?
Yes Lord, hear my cry,
O, may I kiss Your Son,
I long that every battle be won,
I do believe in Your Word.

Once a man was with You,
in a way we’ve never known,
no sin had Adam done,
and even then the Victory was won.

Christ was our Victor,
before the world was made,
our Father had prepared the way,
for the dawn and our everlasting Day.

O thank You my God, my King,
to You my heart I bring,
make it the thing that pleases You.
Let every fiber there be True.

The world must fade from view,
as I patiently wait on You to
work Your Will and Pleasure in me,
to set me apart and make me free.

So gently do you carry me,
I often of your presence am unaware,
o that my heart would learn and be still
to behold You and know You my God.


Where are Your rivals, O God O King,
who has accomplished things you’ve done?
Who would dare to compete with you?
There is no person compares with Your Son.


A man in our likeness yet More than we are,
our God and our Savior, He came from so far,
to seek us, to find us and save us from sin,
our Faith is our Victory, O in Christ we win !


This song cannot end as ahead lies the Day,
when the Lord: He is coming to take us away,

to Heaven:
our home as Eternity rolls
into unending life for
our unending souls.



Ten thousand ten thousands,
of angels and years,
will be awesome and beautiful
With nothing to fear,


except for God: our Counselor,

He our
Great King,

ten thousand ten thousands,

but none
fairer than Him.







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beauty

All I see is beauty,
every where I look,
where e’er my eyes fall open
upon Creation’s book.

Beautiful expressions
by a Master hand,
formed from thoughts ineffable,
of a Master’s plan.

Just to joyfully be and do
with Him: my present Friend,
I find true worth and second birth
in whom my Father sent.

The purpose that I’m made for:
is to be like Him in Love,
all my life Christ I’ll adore
as I soar with the Holy Dove.

He’s never going to lie to me,
He’s never going to sin;
if I’m hurting it’s not the fault
of Him whom I must win.

The Lord’s been O so good to me
there’s not much left to say;
except to praise His Holy Name
again!- again!- and
once again!
And each and every day,
And until the clouds He parts:
each day to always pray.

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ETERNAL SAVIOR

Eternal Savior, when were You ever not
destined for the cross?
When had You never saved us?
Your infinite Grace visits me
in my times.

Revealed, anointed, immersed with us
in death,
Your cruciform Manliness in time,
A divider of us all, and all our thoughts,
calls me forth.

Source and only Answer, our explanation.
Father: Our tremendous Imaginer.
In You: His Fullness —
as Son of Man and God You are,
with Your Holy Spirit.

Being— this is how we can say Your name:
“I AM”
YOU ARE above, beyond, unseen.
YOU ARE without our perimeter.
But YOU vISit with us.

O Divine Being, stay, and stay forever
and now in my infirmity,
assure me.
Please bless my hard, dark clay
with Your Holy Water and Strong Hands.

O Master Potter, soften, prepare
and turn me.
Make me different than all I’ve known.
Create me for Your pleasure and purpose.
I resign my will and design to thee.

O Master, what You have suffered me
to have made of myself till now,
seems so ugly and useless —
though I have survived my many sins,
and those obstacles You order or allow.

O Lord, my excuses
are very foolish.
The pain I avoid might surely heal me,
breaking my vain affections;
purging my lusts.


Holy Holy Holy Only Thou and yet…..
So must I be:
Holy. How, what can I ever do to become
Like You? O Holy and Humble one,
You became as You formed me!

Miracle God Man, Jesus; Eternal Jesus,
I’ll not object. My plea: Refine me in fire,
PLEASE! Burn off the dross.
Cast me in Your ever living Image
and call me Your own.
Amen.


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Meant To

Lord, you said it’s better
to give than to receive,
and Lord I want to tell you
I do believe, that
getting things for pleasure
indeed cannot relieve
the phony lonely feeling
there’s something more I need.

The truth is pure and simple,
and clothed within this Man
who came into our sin worn world
so we might understand :
that all we need is He, the Lord,
and our daily bread,
some sandals and a goodly cloak,
a hat upon our head.

And as we labor for Him
and seek His Kingdom just,
He adds to us that we which we need,
He promises, He must.
What’s more we often prosper,
for abundant life He gives,
and teaches us to share our wealth,
It’s how we’re meant to live.





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Book III

Index:

1. The Outside View
2. A MUSE
3. A Muse
4. (untitled)
5. My Grave
6. (untitled)
8. Title is : “Untitled”
9. MY SEASONS
10. Five Haikus



The Outside View


From left and right:

Taking sides today is sport, and winning is never out of view.
We take our leisure to do war, and doing thus do strew
about with words the whims and foolishness we conjure.
As we spin our words, alas half knowing what they mean,
And so, not knowing what we meant, or what we meant to say…
Still our word spun buzzing threads are gathered to the shuttle,
And to the loom : to weave........
in fifty years we'll call it “History” -
Into whole cloth, where with warp and weft
we convolute the threads to thoughts, threads once dyed
In vats of prejudice and bigotry,
Woven in haughtily and naughtily into lies.
The outcome was never in doubt... Come !
Let us make the emporer his new clothes.


From here:

And popular today it is to say : “think outside the box”.
Now as I am wont to, I must define and align my self
with words and thoughts I understand ;
So that I may not expect
any torrent of confusion
or unexpected rain
of misinterpertation,
or discomfort
by vague intuition,
or contradiction of other.

How now : the box.

I think most people who want to think outside the box must consider the box.
Is not the box : the known? The universe of your minds attainments?
If so how small the box !
How easy it should be to leave it's parallelepiped*.
My box seems very small, so much exists outside it!
And so I go- where no others have gone before, into that which lies outside Moi, -to think!!

Therefore, I am persuaded that the outside is worthy of a wary walk,
for, outside the box : the unknown.
The unknown I know not whereof, whatof, when, how, or who of.
But there is no if, there is only is. I have parsed is, and found it to be.
Will you join me outside the box?

* The parallelepiped, a six-faced solid figure, symbolizes rationality and security and, in my imagery, it is used as the most favoured shape to take man and his mind through the mysterious voyage into time and beyond time. from www.josephcusimano.com/glossary/parallel.htm

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A MUSE
Ebbing faith has visited my soul and its discomfort settles over me like a too warm blanket of guilt. There is an expectation of enduring it in a lazy sort of way, not fully awake enough to the light of the morning star, sleepily pulling the covers overhead to block the bright rays, the penetrating rays of His Holy Convincer.

Sin always seems to be at the root of these periods of lackadaisical, lackluster, lay-about sessions. It is in this instance, a prime besetter that has visited me again. I’ll not mention it by name. Just use your imagination and one of your personal loathsome pet peevish sins will suggest itself to you. Forgive me. I don’t mean to trouble your soul. In fact you may wish to pray (I wish, too) for me and for yourself.

These bouts of beleaguering, bothersome, bad behavior are not to be endured long, but to be thrown off and overboard like stuff worse than refuse. Only one thing can be positively said for the experience of this garden variety backsliding. Its slow motion negative direction qualifies it as an acceptable part of the good fight, slightly better than the motionlessness of a dreaded becalming.

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A Muse

Ah, Abraham…. thou favored of the children of men in God’s green earth.
What was it about you that caught His eye?
Surely He knew you from before all time,
Surely he chose you out of all the flesh of earth,
A man who would follow You,
A man of steadiness toward You.

Isaac, it may seem your father preferred God to you.
Did you struggle against those ropes?
Did you trust God even as your dad?
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(untitled)It's not easy writing poems
in this post modern age.
The times they are a changin' some,
most don't know where it's comin' from...
that is : the wrath and rage.

Men were once a gentler sort
of beings on this earth,
now it's as if some alien thought
has come forth, (evil's all it's got),
and stripped the world of worth.

We cry "values!" every day
and wonder : "...what men do!"
Shall we again fear and not tread
where fools have gone and filled their heads
with idols thru and thru?

It's not so much the rhymes don't come
or meters march along.
It's just the topics do depress,
they make for worry and distress,
so much today's gone wrong.

Thanks be to God, our only Good,
who by His Holy Flame;
is burning out the sin and doubt,
the tin and dross come up and out,
that pure gold may remain.

The more the sin, the more the Grace
God gives to us, it's sure;
He might prefer to lavish less
if we'd bear up and do our best
for Him whom we adore.

We're saved by Grace through faith
which we place in Jesus Christ, it's true.
So run this race toward Heavens shore
and in His strength YOU CAN endure
and rise beyond the blue.


TO MAN CHRIST SAYS
REPENT AND BELIEVE ,
WITH GOD ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE !!!

Lord, open every ear, that they may choose to
call upon Your Name, Baruch ha Shem ,
Amen .
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My GraveI hope to go to my grave
one day
without issue or care or
woe.
And to rise up above,
enthralled and in love,
forgetting all matters
below.

In a world full of war,
still One I adore
carries me daily
through strife.
I speak now of whom we
call our Bridegroom
and the Way ,the Truth, and
the Life.

Though sin does abound,
this One I have found has
by dying and rising again;
given proof beyond doubt,
(we should give a great
shout)
He has Power to forgive
all our sin.

More and more grace He
gives to His race
of man, who has fallen so
short,
of the Glory they knew
when once the first two,
were by Satan made to be
sport.

So confidently I, a trembling lie and
await the great Day of
the Lord,
someday or anon, I'll arise
with a song,
to Christ: my eternal
Reward.
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(untitled)I want to tell my story,
from beginning to the end.
I want my last day on earth
to end as I ascend
from earth's decaying grip,
from body's bony cage,
as joyfully my soul does slip
into it's new image.
I'll rest before God's mercy seat,
rest, all work below complete,
as there this new creation
becomes in Him replete.

I want the days that now remain
to bless my Holy Lord,
and each and every one contain
the blessing of His Word.
Oh that I would promptly now repent,
and always now obey
the Word from Father, heaven sent.
And always also pray
for grace and strength and bravery,
to shun all wicked knavery,
and strive for good, not wavering
until that endless Day.

JHJJAAACCACCCMM


Title is : “Untitled”

i hear my name now and again.
every so often someone speaks
to me about something. i'm not a good
listener, but if you get my
ATTN : Hey you! that does it sometimes.
Soups on always gets it. Hey you is ...
human after all.
i have some friends too.
they call me Dave. and that's ok, it IS
my name, after all.
lots of excuse me’s on the bus,
some thank you's when i hold the door.
a letter came once addressed Dear Dr.
by mistake. that's sad though.
i'm not a Doctor, ...after all.
the best it's got is "Sir". that's for
my graying temples and the
wrinkles creepin’ ‘round
my eyes. that's for gettin' older.
o well, i guess that's ok too.
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MY SEASONS
Fall draws near, that part of the year
he told me “the trees go to rest.”
As yellows and reds above my head
fall to the ground and are lying…

the dying I fear, is next in the year
when winter winds come sighing,
and clouds, often gray, and low all the day,
and few the birds be flying.

The cold and the freeze, Lord forbid us the sneeze,
can be bitter and trouble and woe.
My flesh is rare pleased as the nip in the breeze
tells of shoveling ……….shoveling snow.

Then spring makes its splash, with a shout and a dash
as glory and splendor do race,
bringing good cheer and a place in the year
to Thank our great Savior for grace.

The thaw has begun, sure.. thanks to the sun,
which was spoken by God and appeared;
and planting is made, and foundations are laid—
it’s my favorite time of the year.

Tis done all too soon, then in heat we do swoon
when summer does brightly affirm; that
for bread we must sweat, midst our sin and our debt,
and creation travails as we learn,

of God, who is love, and who guides from above
till we’re reaped like the crop in the field.
Our few days are spent, best in them repent
to our Rock, our strong tower and shield.

As fall again greets us, summer it meets
with the diurnal turn of the pole;
and crops taken in by the bushel and bin
bless the faithful, though hungry, dear souls.

All through the year God is so near
to the one who will fear Him as Lord.
As Father and Son, who with Spirit are One,
who is patient and kind and will not leave behind
the dear Soul who willingly comes,
and a trembling bows low,
to Him who doeAs know
each one... and He calls us by name.
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Five HAIKUS
1
not new enemies
should one be desiring
let foes become friends

2
dawn will mount it’s steed
upon his hind legs will rear
day awakes, dark flees.

3
dead men numberless
gone since God’s obit appeared
could it be a lie?
4
small black brown children
deeply truly they are loved
as all are: blessings
5
i was there alone
an unseen presence met and
contradicted this

Book IV

Index:
1. I See
2. 1 John 2:6
3. BARUCH ha SHEM YESHUA
4. Aches and Pains
5. (untitled)
6. EXALTATION
7. It's A Privilege
8. ETERNAL SAVIOR
9. From Pentecost



I See


Jesus in Gethsemane
Sweating blood on bended knees

Jesus kissed by Judas now
A kiss betrays His fevered brow

Jesus picking up an ear
Wonders aloud why Him they fear

Jesus meeting Peter’s eye
Sees him leave with bitter cries

Jesus asked “Are you God’s son?”
Declares it so and His judging’s done

Jesus with Rome’s Governor
Telling gently why He was born

Jesus sent to Herod then
Silent, robed…. He returns again

Jesus scourged by Roman hands
Fulfilling prophecy’s demands

Jesus on the pavement next
Pilate looks for a pretext

Jesus comforts Pilate some
The man’s afraid, somewhat undone

Jesus stands as they cry out
“Crucify him, crucify him…”

Jesus… Pilate caving in
Fulfilling the law’s demands of sin

Jesus, garbed in my own clothes
Wearing insults, stripes and blows

Jesus bears the heaviest load
Down the Dolorosa Road

Jesus stumbles, Simeon nigh
Forced to help his Savior die

Jesus climbs the frightful hill
There His Holy Blood to spill

Jesus meek as any lamb
Naked, pierced in Feet and Hands

Jesus lifted up from the earth
Giving us our second birth

Jesus coat upon the ground
Despised the shame without a sound

Jesus speaks, lo, seven times
Words without a need of rhyme

Jesus promises the thief
New life with Him and no more grief

Jesus light has fled away
Comes the darkness at mid-day.

Jesus gives His Spirit up
Unto His Father... He’s drunk the cup.

Jesus riven is his tent
Like the Temple veil now rent

Jesus dead upon the cross
My precious hope ! at such cost!

Jesus pierced now once again
Water now on earth He sends

Jesus’ loved ones stand aghast
They thought His rule of love would last

Jesus’ friends now bury Him
The rich cool tomb He enters in

Jesus passes from human view
Almost as if they never knew……..yet

“Jesus, Jesus we saw You,
We touched You, we loved You…. Where are You?”

Jesus setting captives free
And taking captive captivity

Jesus preaching to those who slept
Before upon the earth He wept


Jesus, flashing, breaking out!
His disciples, filled with doubt,
See Him now, again, What’s this?
It’s Jesus, yes! It really is!!!!!



1 John 2:6

I can be holy.
For God would not ask of me
anything He is not able to have me be.

I can be perfect:
just as the Father I can be
far from sins wickedness. He set me free.

I have seen Jesus, the Son of God.
A living perfect portrait of God I have found
by His Spirit in His Book.

So I have seen the Father:
God, the Ancient of Days;
for I have seen Jesus in His Holy Prefection.

I can be like Jesus,
this I can do,
if I’ll but love everyone I meet,
and pray for Love to come and set them free,
and stay in love with Him whom I adore,
and shun all sin that Jesus abhors.

I’ll be like Jesus
Even today, holy and perfect.
Let it cost ALL the world of me,
what good is success anyway
if it’s not with Jesus.
If it’s not of Him, it has no worth.
I can be like JESUS !!!



BARUCH ha SHEM YESHUA

Sin, the greatest tumult, and
doubts appalling fears;
war against God’s calling me
to His Son so near:
He , ready as my comfort
my shelter and my cheer.

Hell prepared for Satan,
and angels fallen down,
hell a man would not receive,
should he give his crown
to the great Jehovah :
Most High God renown.

Charity, Gods Love supreme
is what I’m destined for,
and Wisdom come from God above
will guide me to that shore,
which still waits for those who wait
for His return Whom they adore.


Heaven prepared, as for a Bride !
the New Jerusalem;
prepared by God for holy saints
who long to dwell therein.
It’s where I’ll go AND STAY one day,
and forever praise the Name !!!!!
Baruch, Baruch,
Baruch Ha SHEM YESHUA





Aches and Pains

Thank You, dear Lord for my aches and my pains,
some of which come and go with the rain.
Remind me they do, of a day yet to come
when my body lets go of a soul to its home.


Yea, at the sound of Your Voice may I hark,
and not ever to fear the world I’ll depart.
Would I even or ever oppose Your Sweet Will,
I would gain not a thing, O my soul: be thou still.


And peacefully knowing my Savior, He reigns,
whether or not have I aches or my pains,
whether or not I squirm or I rest,
Thank You dear Lord, says this bird from his nest.


In Your fair kingdom all bright and above
one day I’ll retire my troubles: to love.
Like a river we’ll flow, on……..on and on,
never to cease, no more dusk, no more dawn.
No need for the sun, for the moon or the stars
The Light of Your Son is so bright where You are.




(untitled)

Praise Thee Father and Thy Son
and Spirit Holy three in ONE
glory glory praise Thee Lord
living God oh Living Word
Your faith and ours now overcome
every battle now is won
oh the long dark night is done
comes the dawn now all is light
and we all precious in your sight
for ere and ere we’ll no more fight
no more sin or suffer then
so now to Thee our hearts we bow
and our tongues sing out Thy praise
banner anthem voice we raise
to our Christ our God ablaze
clothed in Light so very bright
o we joy in love abundant
Holy Holy best redundant
never ending just begun
(they were right oh this is fun)
blessings all now yours and mine
as our Son of God doth shine.





EXALTATION

O Lord, what is man?
What have You wrought in us,
who bow before Your Throne,
who are Your very own,
we who believe in Your Word?

O God, please, who am I?
Yes Lord, hear my cry,
O, may I kiss Your Son,
I long that every battle be won,
I do believe in Your Word.

Once a man was with You,
in a way we’ve never known,
no sin had Adam done,
and even then the Victory was won.

Christ was our Victor,
before the world was made,
our Father had prepared the way,
for the dawn and our everlasting Day.

O thank You my God, my King,
to You my heart I bring,
make it the thing that pleases You.
Let every fiber there be True.

The world must fade from view,
as I patiently wait on You to
work Your Will and Pleasure in me,
to set me apart and make me free.

So gently do you carry me,
I often of your presence am unaware,
o that my heart would learn and be still
to behold You and know You my God.

Where are Your rivals, O God O King,
who has accomplished things you’ve done?
Who would dare to compete with you?
There is no person compares with Your Son.

A man in our likeness yet More than we are,
our God and our Savior, He came from so far,
to seek us, to find us and save us from sin,
our Faith is our Victory, O in Christ we win !

This song cannot end as ahead lies the Day,
when the Lord: He is coming to take us away,

to Heaven:
our home as Eternity rolls
into unending life for
our unending souls.

Ten thousand ten thousands,
of angels and years,
will be awesome and beautiful
With nothing to fear,


except for God: our Counselor,

He our
Great King,

ten thousand ten thousands,

but none
fairer than Him.





It's A Privilege

(TO LIVE IN GOD’S UNIVERSE)

One more simple song from me to You,
to thank you for Your love, I do,
and praise and worship You alone, my Truth.
Here’s one more simple song for You.

I’ve found no better way each day,
than in Your presence Lord, to stay,
for grace and strength: Christ always to obey
and live in God in love always.

Oh hosanna, Praise You Jesus,
Risen Savior, Here’s my song:
May it please You in Your love for us,
You to whom we do belong. Oh hosanna, Hallelujah.

It’s a privilege Lord, it’s so true,
to become in time just like You.
To live and learn, within Your care,
of Your mercy and Your grace
beyond all compare.

Oh hosanna, Praise You Jesus
Risen Savior, Here’s my song:
May it please You in Your love for us,
You to whom we do belong. Oh hosanna, Hallelujah.

Help us live our days aware:
Others of Your own we need embrace.
And for the lost and loathsome, let us dare
to warn them of things which must
soon take place.

Oh hosanna, Praise You Jesus
Risen Savior, Here’s my song:
May it please You in Your love for us,
You to whom we do belong.
Oh hosanna, Hallelujah!






ETERNAL SAVIOR

Eternal Savior, when were You ever not
destined for the cross?
When had You never saved us?
Your infinite Grace visits me
in my times.

Revealed, anointed, immersed with us
in death,
Your cruciform Manliness in time,
A divider of us all, and all our thoughts,
calls me forth.

Source and only Answer, our explanation.
Father: Our tremendous Imaginer.
In You: His Fullness —
as Son of Man and God You are,
with Your Holy Spirit.

Being— this is how we can say Your name:
“I AM”
YOU ARE above, beyond, unseen.
YOU ARE without our perimeter.
But YOU vISit with us.

O Divine Being, stay, and stay forever
and now in my infirmity,
assure me.
Please bless my hard, dark clay
with Your Holy Water and Strong Hands.


O Master Potter, soften, prepare
and turn me.
Make me different than all I’ve known.
Create me for Your pleasure and purpose.
I resign my will and design to thee.

O Master, what You have suffered me
to have made of myself till now,
seems so ugly and useless —
though I have survived my many sins,
and those obstacles You order or allow.

O Lord, my excuses
are very foolish.
The pain I avoid might surely heal me,
breaking my vain affections;
purging my lusts.

Holy Holy Holy Only Thou and yet…..
So must I be:
Holy. How, what can I ever do to become
Like You? O Holy and Humble one,
You became as You formed me!

Miracle God Man, JesuAs; Eternal Jesus,
I’ll not object. My plea: Refine me in fire,
PLEASE! Burn off the dross.
Cast me in Your ever living Image
and call me Your own.
Amen.





From Pentecost

Thou hast stored up blessings for this day
From before the worlds were made.
The blessings of my life in Thee,
The will of God Thou hast for me,
Please show me them, I pray.

None other master have I now,
I worship Thee to whom angels bow.
Thy goodness Lord, so truly kind,
I pray this day you help me find,
And in Thy joy and day I’ll go.

Thy mysteries, some still are kept
Some as mortal men still slept.
But others we have come to know,
And surley do Thy works all show
Thy power, love and grace.

Through One great death, we in life proclaim
That Life, which freed us from guilt and shame:
“It’s Thy best gift, Lord Christ Thy Son”,
And we, in Thy sweet perfection,
We rest and cheer for Thy great Name.

Thy passage through the cool dark tomb,
And hell and back, some do assume
To walk with those Thou chose again,
No more the twelve, now eleven,
Such awe it still invokes.

Thy last days and words with them,
Sweet joy to write them with a pen,
It was to a saint, his memory stirred
By Holy Ghost. These things were heard
For centuries for centuries now elapsed.

And awesome day when all was done,
Thy foretold course, now fully run,
Thy beautiful feet- up off the ground,
Thou lifted into heavens clouds,
From human view eclipsed.

Now angels calmly promise them
Of Thy sure return again
“Just as He left ,He will descend",
To those, His own whose hearts a rent,
Will then receive their God.

So look now hopefully above
Where dwelleth true and only Love,
Who waiting for the secret time
Will come again a second time
To do His Father’s will.