I’ve been trying to post a bit of poetry around here lately. Admittedly, I write lyrics for songs far more than for poetry, but sometimes the words come across better read aloud rather than sung. Lately I’ve been thinking through Psalm 1 and the caution given in the way we approach sin. First we see…
poetry
An Advent Poem
Crude shelter, dirty manger. Wrapped up tightly in His mother’s swaddling clothes, He left His kingdom to begin His kingdom, He left the riches of His father’s right hand. A baby needs everything. He was helplessness but deity. He left His golden, kingly seat to be wrapped in frailest frailty. Poor teacher, humble healer, gentle…