Month: October 2024

Monsters

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The Lord created all things good, and we
Created monsters, metaphors of life
Now marred and mangled. In their eyes we see
Extremities of loss and waste and strife.
We know our state, our status, and we feel
The curse unyielding, so we turn our tales
To terror and temptation, to what’s real,
To time within this dark and tear-filled vale.
But in the foul creations, we perceive
A purpose buried, still more real and true.
Beneath the vilest horrors, we believe,
Lies hope that what is lost can be renewed.
For death is not the final word, and night
Will always break before the dawning light.

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Do You Love Me?

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Despite his good intentions, promises,
And passion, Peter three times failed his Lord,
And though his doubts were not like Thomas’s,
He fled at costs he thought he could afford.
Back to the boats, the nets, the fish, the sea.
He’d tried another life, sought something more,
And made a wreck of it. Could there still be
A place among the faithful? Then from shore,
A voice familiar called, harkening back
To early days of hope and ignorance.
He asked of the supply and knew the lack,
But then he spoke, and all was providence,
For his is love no shame can e’er efface
That meets great sin with more abundant grace.

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Though the Earth Gives Way, Though the Nations Rage

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I believe in a light overcoming
And that good will endure to the end.
I believe there’s an end to this running.
When I feel most alone, there’s a friend.

I believe in a hope not unfounded,
In foundations untouched by decay,
In desires fulfilled, grace unbounded,
In the imminent breaking of day.

I believe that assurance is granted
Despite all evidence for the lie,
That the future’s a seed that’s been planted
And yet grows under God’s watchful eye.

I believe the existence of trouble
Doesn’t mean that the trouble will last,
That a garden can grow from the rubble,
That good days are not just in the past.

I believe in a rescue from ruin,
In salvation that’s certain and sealed,
In a day with no sorrow to rue, when
What is broken is finally healed.

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