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Easter Poetry

By Dave Walker | March 19, 2024 | Comments 0 Comment

Gazing at the wonder of the Cross

As we approach the most glorious time in the Christian’s calendar, I’ll post some poems I have written on the subject. The first is in response to the Word that tells us Jesus still bears the wounds in His body (He showed them to the disciples when He appeared to them). The second is because we are told He is constantly interceding for us. I hope you enjoy it.

HOLY WOUNDS

Oh, to think that I, with all my stains of darkness

Could stand before a God of white-hot holiness

And not be burned.

What holy wounds that gain for me

An entrance to the King!

For Christ in all his glory, stays injured still for me

His hands and feet, though brilliant bright

Stay pierced and raw through all my sin

And plead each day my cause.

For as I sin, and blot my soul, and then repentant come

His Father from His awesome throne

Looks down and sees his Son.

He sees His Son take on my guilt and then it’s penalty

He looks at me through holy wounds

And says, “My son, you’re free.”

I’m free indeed and yet not free.

I’m tethered by a bond so strong

That holds me ever in his arms.

For how could I ignore a love so great

And go my selfish way?

Those holy wounds produce in me

The prayer spoke in Gethsemane

“Let not my will, but Thine be done.”

Come, live through me, beloved Son.

God of the Song

By Dave Walker | October 26, 2020 | Comments 0 Comment

Here’s a quote from God in the ICU in the chapter called Trusting God in the Darkness: A Sister’s Heartache:

“Babbie Mason sings a song, the lyrics of which pointed the only way forward. She sings:

God is too wise to be mistaken God is too good to be unkind, So when you don’t understand, When you don’t see His plan, When you can’t trace His hand, Trust His heart.

We could not understand, so we had to lean on His character. We had to look back on His faithfulness in dealing with us in the past, and, ultimately, to His love expressed so eloquently in dying for us on the Cross.”

Sometimes, in these trying times, it’s good to look up, not to ask why, but Who, and know there’s a God who is beautiful and can put a song in our hearts.

God of the Song



God of the rhythm, God of the beat
God of the music, God of dancing feet
God of the galaxies swirling in space
God of the seasons, God of the race
 
God of the melody deep in my heart
God of the whole and God of the part
God of the orbiting stars and the sun
God of the millions and God of the one
 
Sing to me, Jesus, sing loud of Your love
Sing to the pulse of the stars up above
Sing with the voice of the dove and the lark
Sing to the beat of my trembling heart.
 
My God who created the seasons and songs
To Whom every lilt, every cadence belongs
The song of the Saviour beats loudest of all
It’s the song of His grace, it’s the song of His call.
 
I’ll sing to You, Jesus, I’ll sing from my heart
Of the love that You’ve had for me right from the start
Delight of my life, faithful God, true and strong
Creator of music, the God of the Song