by our confession / his indwelling made perfect / our hearts for love
— loosely from 1 John 4:15-19
Tag Archives: love
Calico, and My Fondest Dreams
you were my rest and i ached to rest
weary shoulders, and a deep deep breath.
i’d think of you, and i’d see flowers,
calico, and my fondest dreams.
we were so close to perfect,
but now you’re gone,
and i find myself missing you
– 12/13/09 – 10 #favorite
Hard (i) (an edit)
someone said the test of love
is making hard decisions–
choosing, for another’s sake,
the necessary actions;
taking the proper path
though strewn with rocks,
watered with tears, and
fraught with pain.
for love chooses what is best
chooses what must be
shouldered, borne, and done,
in spite of what might be wanted,
regardless of what had been hoped.
from the poem Hard (i) by Joy Camburn in response to this post.
New Love
i felt the swift and sudden drop
so eager, engaged, and desiring
but also the slow and sober thought
that she matters more to me than self
-4/7/08
Counterpoint
She is a song.
not the weaker,
but more fragile,
softer, sweeter
counterpoint:
to my melody
Stricken
I am cut to the quick, I am stricken,
Undeserving of the mercy that You have given
How can I make for my life a demand
When all that I am is Yours to command
I grasp in my heart for what I deserve
I forget that my life is here only to serve
And I’m caught in between desire and love
Loosing sight of what waits for me above
For Love
My God, my God, He cried
As He suffered alone, dying
On a cross, a broken tree
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani
Forsaken, for love, for me
Who Are You Lord?
who are You Lord,
to pursue me with Your love?
who made the wind and the rain?
who made the mountains dance
and the very earth tremble.
who are You Lord,
to invest Yourself in me?
I who merit naught but judgment?
I who have spurned the sweetest gifts
of your deep and merciful heart.
Broken
Give me the broken, those in pain.
The wise, made wise by suffering.
Who can know compassion,
Who can know Love,
Who hasn’t hurt, felt anguish,
Known sorrow, and known loss?
Precious is the fellowship of suffering
Humble are those who are broken
And Sweet is the consolation of His Love.
Unflinching
I have callously abused my Savior
I have used him, taken advantage
Without shame I have sullied His gift.
I grieve, but not overmuch,
I regret, but not egregiously,
And my shame remains
Too distant, too small
Too little, too late.
It all makes me feel
Unworthy, undeserved
Of His unflinching willingness
To love me even yet.
I miss falling into infatuation
I do.
Love Suffers Love, and Endless Hoping
day suffers day, and emptiness
a pervasive feeling in the back of the soul
and frustration, crying out, but not completely,
to proud to let go of ruined things familiar
self suffers self, and resignation
a comfortable pain that is perversely loved
defying logic to pour energy into an object long dead
to vain to give up hopes of a selfish triumph
love suffers love, and endless hoping
a faithful prompting in the depths of the heart
telling you to let go of sins long held private
to kind to cease from calling you home
Prone
Prone to doubting, Father of power
I lack the faith to trust Thy word
To take the step that means redemption
Accepting love, You as my Lord
Prone to fearing, Father almighty
I lack the courage I need today
To live the life Your love demands me
Love expressing, Thy will, Thy way
Prone to stumbling, Father of mercy
I lack humility to take your love
To accept forgiveness, all my sinning
Thy love astounding, covering all
Give the Moon My Love
Give the moon my love, dear heart
For daylight fades in yonder sea
The amber glow of evenings light
Speaks softly of my bed to me
and then revised by another as…
Daylight fades in yonder sea
The amber glow of evening’s light
Speaks softly of my bed to me
And beckons lo to morning bright
Special Girl
Sounds of laughter fill the air
And I know her tender care
Are precious to the ones who know
The special girl to whom I owe
This blessed eventide
Late Night Conversation
Who is that friend I seek at night
With long blond hair and eyes so bright
With whom I wish to chase this hour
Till sunshine lay upon the flower
By the window sil
Oh Sweet the Rapture of His Love
Oh sweet the rapture of His love
How gentle are the nail scarred hands
How precious is the wounded side
That bore such pain for Love’s demands
That bore such pain for Love
Precious Jesus, God and King
Precious Jesus, Anthems Ring
Praises to the Holy Dove
Praises to the God above
Oh sweet the rapture of His Love
Oh rugged cross, Oh symbol bare
That bore my Holy God and King
An emblem of great sacrifice
His selfless act loves message brings
His selfless act of love
Precious Jesus, God and King
Precious Jesus, Anthems Ring
Praises to the Holy Dove
Praises to the God above
Oh sweet the rapture of His Love
An empty tomb is sitting there
Amidst the early morning sun
He is not dead He’s risen high
My Jesus is the Fathers Son
My Jesus is the one
Precious Jesus, God and King
Precious Jesus, Anthems Ring
Praises to the Holy Dove
Praises to the God above
Oh sweet the rapture of His Love
I call to Thee amidst this joy
That is replete with blessed peace
Abundant life Thy Word unfolds
Thy sweetest gift of grace increase
Thy sweetest gift of grace
Precious Jesus, God and King
Precious Jesus, Anthems Ring
Praises to the Holy Dove
Praises to the God above
Oh sweet the rapture of His Love
A Rose as Sweet as Thee
Oh for a rose as sweet as thee
I’d climb a mountain on bended knee
To catch a glimpse of thy sweet face
And clothe thee in a delicate lace
For thy beauty overwhelms the deepest part
Of my soul
You are a vision fair and white
In purest clarity of my sight
A thing of beauty to behold
In a precious house of shining gold
To be valued all the days that time affords
To my heart
A joy that moves me to great deeds
To the crafting of the finest creeds
And the declaration of the greatest things
These are the elements that she brings
To this simple man of simple taste and
Simple strength