Where were you?

Where were you when I was ambushed on the road?
Where were you when I was attacked, unarmed?
Where were you when I was outnumbered by thousands?
Where were you when I was pierced by flaming arrows?
Where were you when I was beaten and bruised?
Where were you? Where were you? Where were you?

I gave you boots and prepared you, yet you did not run.
I gave you an indestructible sword, yet you left it sheathed.
I gave you a horn and ten thousand legions, yet you sounded it not.
I gave you a shield, yet you had no faith in it.
I gave you a helmet and only thus did you not perish.
I was there: it was I who saved you.
I am here, tending to your wounds.
I will be with you always.

Two Are Better Than One

Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

-- Ecclesiastes 4:9-12

And so, from the day we heard, we have not ceased to pray for you, asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, so as to walk in a manner worth of the Lord, fully pleasing to Him, bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God.

-- Colossians 1:9-10

Triangle

nightmares.
gathered underneath
radiantly shining
darkness.

wraiths.
shadows in sunless days;
pursuing, haunting:
ineffective.

conviction.
beneath the waking world,
affirming truth
unlived.

Man of Sorrows

He came into the world He made,
Established that in Him we're free;
In this mortality displayed
The one who benefits is me.

His faithfulness is manifest,
Yet ours so weak, to thrice deny
Eternal life would He bequest;
The one so lacking faith was I.

Now by a kiss was he forsook
That night in dark Gethsemane;
Then who indeed in this partook?
The one who gave Him up was me.

And was I there so long ago
When angry mobs yelled "crucify"?
Amid the shouts, this truth I know:
The one responsible was I.

He was pierced for our transgressions,
Crushed for our iniquity;
Our punishment was upon Him,
And by His stripes we're healed.

Winter poem

I was inspired by yesterday's snowstorm:

Flutters from beyond, blustering blows
Bleached specks flurrying from the sky
Descending, tumbling downward to die;
Feathers filling powdery pillows,
Frigidly frosting far and nigh.

Numinous knolls, nascent, washing white
The neutral numbness of Winter's night.
Whispering winds, gently twirling,
Jostle jolts of twinkling, swirling;
A terrible symphony, terrifically whirling.

Deceptively dessicated hydration dressing
Hibernating hibiscus and dogwood resting.
Rodents digging for hidden hoard,
'Neath rasping naiad lies little reward;
Waning in time, true hope will attain,
As Winter abiding relinquishes reign.