Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Deanna worshipping on a rooftop in Chimbote, Peru

what grip we have on things untold, 'hind calloused hearts within,
once supple skin now rigid firm, err cover scars of sin.
The only way to restore life to hearts that pulse in pride,
the precious crimson tide that bled, One laid down Holy life.

the mourning Son whose loss was great, doth grieve for souls to plea,
His Father too did count the cost, then sent Him up to be
alone upon a muddy hill and tree which clung to iron
hold firm the weight of sacrifice the Father kept His eye on.

unloaded of its quarry, the tree now stained in scarlet,
the Life it once held dear, now placed inside white garment,
tightly snug it clung to flesh, both God and man was He,
the shroud was shed as was His blood to save men, set them free.

much later down a journey road, a young man sent to speak,
too his father let him go, to encourage amongst the weak,
lost were they, no hope in sight, bound by man's religion,
Salvation came a flooding spike, obedience had been driven.

he wrote and penned and inked his love, and grew a man to be,
he shared it with the weak and strong, and sought the China Sea.
the Father would not let him go, he wrestled seasons through,
once again aloft aboard, heads back where llamas strew.

turning home again he came with Muslims on his mind,
a gnarled knot 'neath his arm, a shadow passed in time,
a martyrs song would grip his heart, his path he had foreseen,
untold lives are welcomed home, through blood of his owned King.

now His life keeps drawing souls, his words writ with a pen,
their lives entwined together, has me thirsting more of them.
what day I greet them face to face, celebrations ne'er cease,
father, son with mended hearts, embracing in His peace.

The Fathers Son has mended hearts, embracing them in peace!



At 3:00 PM, Blogger KK said...

Did you write this poem Brent?

At 5:16 PM, Blogger Pray for BJ said...


At 7:13 PM, Blogger Marti Pieper said...

Lifting you up.

in pink

with tender love

especially now.

At 9:53 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful words, beautiful lives. Praying for you during another difficult season.

At 5:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful. Thank you.

Santa Cruz, CA

At 11:57 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...


God Bless!

At 10:36 AM, Anonymous Chase Turner said...

The Hardest thing in life as i have experienced, is watching someone you love, fall into the clutches of death. But take heart, and remember daily, that Sin has lost its Power, and Death has lost its Sting.
When my grandmother, and later my great grandmother would pass away, even knowing that they were the strongest Christians i have ever known, i struggled with understanding how to find joy in the midst of sorrow.
But the Lord is my keeper, i can hold on to that and Know that He is sovereign.

I pray for blessing in your life. I pray that the Lord would pass on the tenacity and fire for sharing the Word, to another, and another, and another; until all those called by His name are saved.

Be Blessed e nomini patri et fili, e spiritu saanctis

At 10:53 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Praying for your entire family, and for those touched because of all you've said, done, & sacrified.

At 8:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

My computer has been down for a week so I am just now reading this.
What a great way to express your feelings. Love you. Aunt Maralyn


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