Though we prefer Him in a sky
Of Technicolor blue with clouds
All cottony, all downy soft,
With angels hovering nearby,
His praises raising ever loud
In harmonies that soar aloft,
We never yet must quite forget
That it was in the desert bleak
Where first our souls with awe He filled.
In desert dryness deep we met,
Within its silence heard Him speak,
And there we meet and hear Him still.
This load of guilt that weighs upon my mind
and chills the natural movements of the heart,
these cares that burn, and memories that bind,
that grip my soul and make me stand apart [...]
As wise servants invest their time and gold,
So good things come to those who work and pray;
Faithfulness is the fruit that yields tenfold [...]
I find it impossible," says N. T. Wright, "to imagine a growing and maturing church or Christian doing without the Psalms. And that is why (to be frank) a fair amount of contemporary Christian music has worried me for some time" (165). In this latest offering from Tom Wright, both individual Christian devotion and corporate […]
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack’d anything. “A guest,” I answer’d, “worthy to be here”; Love said, “You shall be he.” “I, the unkind, the ungrateful? […]
