What kind of love is this
‘Pon which, gratefully, I’ve stumbled?
So great I cannot understand it.
So incredible I have never known,
Nor can I ever know it.

A love all encompassing.
No exceptions. No exclusions
A love beyond limits.
No fences, walls, boundaries or borders.

More faithful than the dawn,
More just than the law.
And purer than the light.

And yet, it is a tough love.
Demanding justice, mercy, truth --
And whatever is right at all cost.

Always requiring responsibility
And accountability.
A love that demands the best.

'Pon entering life’s stormy strides,
His perfect peace accompanies
With incredible calm.

Though the rain beats down,
Floods rise, lightning flashes,
And thunder rolls,
One can rest, in spite of the storm.

I do not seek a closet shelter.
Nor to crawl under a bed for fear.
For God is my shelter,
And he is always there.

In the midst of it all, I can sleep.
I can rest in him.

I am like the weak
Little loggerhead,
Prodding. Pushing along.
Trundling across
The sandy dunes of time,
Striving to reach
The sea of infinity
For its healing waters.
Infinite living waters.

The hammer of God’s divine will
Pounds, pounds, and pounds still,
Breaking to pieces
A stubborn boulder
Until the crude rock becomes dust
That scatters at his mild breath.

And to his delight,
A precious stone
Both, new and lovely,
And refined, is formed.

Father, in reclining,
I go with your Word
In my heart.

Like the baby with a pacifier.
Or nourished with a bottle
Of milk, I am comforted
For a night of rest.
No tossing and counting sheep,
But only a peaceful sleep.

Oh, the hope and comfort
Of your Word…
Too big for words.

The floods of your joy
Overwhelm ecstatically.

In sickness,
You are my health.
In weakness,
You are my strength.
In darkness,
You are my light.
When dying,
You are my life.

Oh may my cross
Be a sacrifice,
And never a burden.

Oh, gentle light, shine ‘pon me.
Brightly beam in my life.

Comfort with your warmth.
Nurture me with the strength
Of your presence.
Guide my feet in this bleak world.

Impart life, and spur growth.
Fill me with your presence,
Till I am all that
You want me to be.

Oh, thou divine torch,
Burn that your glory
May be reflected in me.