God,
Please. I pray my son
Would look up to me
And
see you in me
And
see I in you.
Which is to pray
that he’d look up to me,
that
he might look up to
For further meditation:
- Philippians 3:17; 2 Corinthians 12:6; John 17:20-26
God,
Please. I pray my son
Would look up to me
And
see you in me
And
see I in you.
Which is to pray
that he’d look up to me,
that
he might look up to
For further meditation:
Lord,
I wanna fight temptation tonight
&
I wanna sit in sin and miss my flight.
“What’s one more? It’s just a little plight…”
Grace me with power, O Lord.
Let my bed your worship redound,
Help me obey when no one’s around;
“God’s holding out on you” slithers the sound;
Power me with grace, O Lord.
You’re sweeter and stronger than my lust,
Cleanse my heart though its frame be dust,
My actions to sing: “In you alone I trust.”
Grace me with power, O Lord.
Free me to love you by controlling my self,
Theft me poor to sin, this a holy wealth,
Whatever the cost, “in sickness or health:”
Power me with grace, O Lord.
For further meditation:
Mama & daughter giggle in the suds,
Babygirl & sister wriggle crackin’ up,
Sissy & bride squeal with white wine,
Onward, ladies, thunder! Roll your joyful tides!
From hearts, dam-busting; founts
of these, your baptizing, glad refrains.
How Sarah’s son treasures the bellows:
the resetting glees his gals hurricane.
I didn’t know folks could hear it:
chords of happiness hooting ring,
But, ah, now I see it—that hearing
laughter is hearing happiness,
guffawing hymns that smiles sing.
M’dearies, please howl on your melodies,
your chortling, cheerful cacophonies,
for your sonance croons venerating:
That Jesus goofed ‘n laughed, joked ‘n jabbed;
That God composed these beats.
And they are good. And I am thankful.
And—haha—Lord, may we roll again.
For further meditation:
My bliss, your diction;
My heart’s inscription,
Your Word, nix tricks and jokes not.
It cuts. It convicts.
Tastes rich, thick its sips,
Your Word to my lips burns hot.
Taught me truth and right.
Taut string, me the kite;
Your Word tugs—in flight, I soar!
Up, up! from the depths,
When I hear God’s breath,
Your Word: “No more death,” it roars!
And I limp out my door, hopeful
again, continuing homeword.