Jahhh -- giving God all the glory.

Jahhh -- giving God all the glory.

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is His reward. (Psalm 127:3 )

That’s right — the Lord loves babies and he wants us to love them because they are rewards for us and a showing of His fruitfulness towards us. He doesn’t want babies aborted (Ps 139:13-15) and he doesn’t want them offended either (Mt 18:6 ).

“Infants,” wrote theologian Andrew Fausset, “are not only wonderful illustrations of God’s power and skill, in their physical constitution, instincts, and early developed intelligence, but also in their spontaneous admiration of God’s works, by which they put to shame or, silence men who rail and cavil against God.”

God put our children here to add to His glory, and they  can praise Him in the most simple and beautiful ways. A simple yawn, a simple stretch, a joyous smile, can energize the most deflated parent.

In fact, God derives strength and power from babies. Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger. (Ps 8: 2 ) Wow… in such small vessels He produces such power.

God wants our little ones at the center of things. And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them. (Matthew 18:2 ) The next thing he said sounded kinda severe: that it would be better for anyone who offends one such child to be tossed to the bottom of a river with a rock tied around their neck. But isn’t that a good thing that God has their protection in mind?

It’s good to be a baby. It’s good to have babies — and for that we should give praise to the one who designed them. Now the word of the Lord came to me, saying, Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you. (Jeremiah 1:4-5 )

The longsuffering of the Lord

provides eternities for sinners

to get in under the roof,

escaping the dreaded rain.

God’s love, meanwhile,

fills each of us

His food,

His richness,

His indelible way,

pointing us to the water

that we may drink.

The true utterance

a complete beyond

the magnificence of a jumble of

uncountable lights

warming into fuzz

and disappearing

into noncomprehension,

thus speaks His great mystery.

Eloquent was the Word, and powerful

ranges quavering,

cascading into

existence

the brush of a solar dusting

spiriting away the thoughts

trying whole armies of hearts with emotions

seeing we are debtors for the Life.

Thou shalt not be dissuaded.

Thy ways are the high ways

mine are under construction

Signs with perfect arrows

point the way to the up-ramps

dozens of escapes from the dread zone

but so little traffic out

We went out after dark

thrilled by the night terrors

the Lord knocked the lights in

with single stroke efficiency

many colored suns turned liltingly

and then the dreams

He is, after all,

the Great Investor in our souls

purchasing them with blood

to see us fixed and then sent out.

I yearn to be

in God’s media

spreading His news

telling His story:

Jesus Christ, Son

a perfect submission

the Lamb of payment

a complete restoration

what he’s done

the dazzle of a million colors, 

the brightening of a dim soul

a flickering bulb

jounced to perfection


O Lord of Lords

Thou has flicked on

my dusted lamp

waves of truth

bouncing upwards 

on the dark path

in the twilit purple


rolled escapees from the Gray Dread

tumble into the brilliance

Thy boundless energy

douses even the light-soaked

harp-men

illuminating all

in shades of the divine city

unimaginable to an eye 

unaccustomed to 

that which is not dark

God’s justice is complete;

His mercy astounds:

I should have been dead and gone to hell

but He sustained me

just long enough

so I could hear the Truth & believe it

the eternal perspective


We have but to cheer Him

in His design:

How many times 

has the Lord saved me

from my own deadly schemes?

100-mile-an-hour downhill, just 

trees to stop me

His hand swooping down like

a σωζω bird


***Key: σωζω (so-dzo), Greek for rescue, deliverance, preserving us safe and unharmed

The world is as wicked

as it gets

O Lord, my place is

under

the covert of Thy wings

to guide and protect from

nail-spitting haters within.

I praise the Lord God for

His truth

and I pour out thanksgiving,

as precious gallons

a distillation of gratis

gushing forth for His provision:

A wise heart and a fruit-bearing branch,

an unwithering leaf

measuring the lilt of time 

You were there,   O Mighty One,

in the midst of my drop zone

holding the net to break my fall

You were there, O Lord

even when I tried to turn up the volume

the sun dial’s maul

trying to drown you out,

didst Thou so prevail


Peace like a mad river

flowed in upon a contrite heart

my broken spirit

He fixed aright 

Now it weighs on hard rock

nestled and secure

not weak

not flesh

no undulating in the current

underground, nor boiling

 

The Lord standing in His greatness, 

supreme 

dawning on new days

inviolate

waiting for the next heart to grow

Miracles abound where 

                              faith abides

This Lord is my God, the true God,

                             the long-watcher,

                            the statesman of eternity

He is the king of kings, and He resides

                             in a palace beyond imagining

The Son & the Spirit, they bless us

                            that believe, they lead us

                            to a more exalted mountain

The Lord, our God, is a mighty God,

                            indeed, He rules even the goats

He brings faith to the needy, He chastises 

                            His most insolent children, He is

                            the author of all.

Hallelujah, O Precious Lord

Taking me out of these enemy lands

Blessing us even when evil surrounds

and when the devil makes his demands

O Lord, I will not cower

With Thee, I shall not cringe

The Lord will not suffer the brethren

to be shaken down to sand,

indeed we are to stand.

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