Changed By Glory

"And we all… beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another." II Cor. 3:18



Descending to Ascend – A Christmas Poem

Dead and defeated

Our souls were cast down

Trapped in Adam’s cycle

With curse in place of crown

Unable to rise above

All those that have gone before

It seems our quest is futile

We have already lost the war

Happy and content

Many seem to be

To remain in woeful ignorance

Of what was designed for me

To know the Holy Sovereign

This was humanity’s call

Living in his lasting love

From this we did fall

Weak and unable

To climb above the rest

No works that we can offer

Can give us what is best

But Christmas an exception

At this happy time of year

We remember how the wayward

To Him may draw near


He came with what we lacked

To offer pure hands

A blessed substitution

To fulfill the Law’s demands

He came to be forsaken

By the very world he built

To face our execution

To take away our guilt

He loved what we had hated

He spoke truth instead of lies

He lived for what matters

A perfect sacrifice

Dying and rising

Descending to ascend

His purpose to remove

What would Heaven offend

Down he came at Christmas

So we could rise above

He took our life and death

So we could know Eternal love

The Comfort of Christmas – A Poem

What do lights have to do

With the sorrow we feel

Another year passed

With new wounds to heal


How does a tree

Green though it be

Brings peace to my mind

When regrets search for me – and find


The tune of sweet carols

Bring a moment of delight

That fades in the silence

When future comes to fright


The gift perfectly bought

Seems to satisfy nought

Though for a moment it touches

A deeper longing – it nudges


The comfort of Christmas

Not found in these things

Because the world tomorrow

Terror it brings


Our world it is broken

We dare not deny

No pageant, no party

Can this rectify


The comfort of Christmas

Is the Cure of the cause

Our regrets all forgotten

The record of broken laws


Our longing for light

Is an aching for sight

Our love of green trees

From death, something that frees


Our delight in the songs

The soul for harmony longs

Our gifts that we sought

Longing for what cannot be bought


Joy! Delight!

Comfort now…

All of our longings in Him

May be found


Like light that warmly shines

He shows us what is real

The God that has made us

That in the silence we feel


Like a tree that is cut

Yet whose color is unfaded

He stands with eternal life

For all in Him shaded


Like music that soars

He has ascended above

With sacrifice perfect

To make many one


He purchased the gift

We could not afford

By falling for us

Under his own divine sword


The comfort of Christmas

Is ultimately this

The wooing of rebels

With a heavenly kiss


The comfort of Christmas

Is the message of peace

Because our striving against God

Can eternally cease


The comfort of Christmas

Divine come from above

To mend what is broken

With eternal, sacrificial love

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