Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Narrow road snakes through canyons;
wearily climbs granite giants
crowded shoulder to shoulder
wrapped in frosted spruce.
They toss shale,
expose cleavages of marble,
drape their finery from heaven to earth,
drag ample hems through gurgling creek beds,
wade through rivers,
submerge in turquoise pools.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
For all the days you are sore
For all the things you’ve been seeking
The Lord has given you more.
For all the nights you are broken
For all the times you feel lost
For all the words left unspoken
God paved the path to the cross.
In suffering there is a reason
A purpose for feeling alone
Your tears may last for a season
His arms will carry you home.