POETRY

GOD

He was the first Word Smith. 

His smite of hammer 

sparked the light 

and sent the worlds flying…

Later, the dust of smelting,

it all an accident 

they felt: for being 

so far away, 

they heard only

the Big Bang. 

How Much God does in a day!

He notes every sparrow that falls, 

and keeps breath in all the rest…

He hears and sorts each prayer…

and always answers for the best. 

Doesn’t loose count of everyone’s hair…

Learns the names of each newborn,

orchestrates his courts and makes record 

of every thought and each galaxy’s statistics. 

And that was just the easy part! 

 

How many hearts did He change today?

Which sinners' wills 

were wooed to yield?

How many pardons signed? 

How much due justice meted out? 

How many saved lives?

How many reprieves for the impenitent?

DIVINE POET'S UNIVERSE

God is the best poet: He spoke sublime 

words, and condensed in a singular verse  

unedited, the near infinite lines  

we still read today, called the universe.  

“Let there be…” the Almighty Composer  

spoke beautiful in His hexameter  

of time, when He set out the simple sun 

and moon, and other lights, just so, He hung. 

What marvel inscrutable! That exhaled 

breath divine in a mere six days expressed 

everything: deep life,  the poetry we see,  

sequoia skies, and creatures most diverse,

the rhyme and rhythm therein overheard,  

and written, and still there are interspersed  

more than enough new ones for me to record! 

Of course, today we also see mistakes 

And daily we make a bevy more: 

copies of another broken copy  

degrade because the Enemy, averse 

to His Creator, would feign poetry,

assassinate God’s image, put to worse, 

set upside-down His Words, and overdo His works. 

But still, 

God is the Best Poet: He speaks sublime 

words that amend and take away the curse: 

distorted minds He rewrites more divine 

than to start with, His glory to rehearse  

and backward stanzas to reverse. 

THE ONE

Adam, you’re lucky you had 

only to give your rib and a name

and God gave you your wife!

 

You just took a little nap 

with your arm flung back above your head, 

and when you woke up you already knew her

perfectly, except in the biblical sense, 

and that came next, for there she was, 

already dressed for the post-wedding events. 

You didn’t have to wonder

if she was the one, or if you’d get along 

with the in-laws, or if it was really love 

doing gymnastics with your organs …   

But God’s pick still picked 

the fruit that took you out, made you first 

to die for love for all the wrong 

reasons, to show even a divine 

match can burn out of control.

God would still give us

to each other, but we persist to pick 

and choose, our hands on the fruit like a fiend’s find. 

When God said “be fruitful” I think he had 

a better thing in mind than us

to grape-stain our fingers and fall 

apart and die for each other 

on the inside 

if not literally.

WHEN YOU'RE CALLED TO FACE YOUR SENTENCE

1.)       When you’re called to face your record, and you see the Judge’s face 

Will you see in Him your Savior, and be covered with His grace?  

Will you have made Him your Attorney, trusted in His sure defense? 

Or will you face the bar alone, and bear the blame for your offense? 

When life’s register is opened, and your every act is read, 

With every thought and every motive, and the hurtful things you’ve said, 

Will your sins have been remitted, and been pardoned by His blood?

Or will your history condemn you, stained with ugly, sinful sludge? 

CHORUS

Oh, let us reckon wisely in these last hours of probation!

My precious Jesus died for me, He bore my condemnation 

He lived my every sorrow, and He understands my trial:  

He is the Faithful Witness, but He’s also my Chief Counsel, 

and as Magistrate Supreme He will make each verdict final. 

Oh Lord, please help me time and judgment comprehend!

Take my sin and purge me, You my pending case, defend!

Arise, oh Judge of all the earth, do the justice we all need,

But cleanse us first, and clothe us with your character we plead. 

2.) Christ already knows your story, He needs no more information, 

but before he passes sentence, He makes investigation.

“Where are you, my friend Adam? Have you eaten what’s forbidden?”

This is no time for excuses, or to try to keep things hidden.

Our choices in each moment either weigh for right or wrong. 

The universe is watching, they want to know if we belong: 

would we hate to be in heaven, is our profession a mere fake, 

or is our character transformed and remade perfect for His sake? 

3.) Right now we’re in the courtroom and the judgment is in session;

our cases are still open, mercy lingers for contrition. 

Today is your exhibit; will it God’s holiness evince, 

or will it testify against you, prosecution’s evidence?

Before Christ reads your sentence, join with Him in the review: 

this investigative judgment is your last chance to be renewed. 

Our High Priest still intercedes, for us he prays within the veil, 

the system’s open still for edits — won’t you of his grace avail?