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Work of His Hands

(Inspired by Ephesians 2:10) Before the dawn first kissed the earth,Before the seas gave song its birth,Your name was traced in love’s design—His masterpiece in heart and mind. The Potter shaped from common clay,A vessel set for light to stay;Each curve and line by mercy traced,No stroke of grace by chance misplaced. In Christ, the…
Fallow Ground

(Inspired by Hosea 10:12) I have let the seasons whisper past,the heart-field settled into itself—hard quiet,thin seams threading the claywhere something once breathed. The plow waits in the rafters,its edge remembering work.I pretend the sky will break first,though rain slides off stoneas if the earth has nothing left to say. So I lift the old…
The Quiet Trouble We Carry

Achan’s story is brief, but it lands like thunder across the pages of Scripture. He lived during Israel’s early days in Canaan, when God was moving openly—walls collapsing at His command, victories unfolding, and His presence dwelling in the midst of His people. But in the glow of triumph, one hidden choice brought the entire…
The Quiet Work of Self-Examination

Pull up a chair for a moment… It’s remarkable how quickly our eyes sharpen when someone else falters. A small misstep, an irritating habit, a careless word—and without even thinking, we slip into the role of critic. Our minds rehearse their faults with surprising clarity, and before long we feel justified in the quiet grumbling…
Behold the Lamb

The whip cracked loud—each savage blowleft rivers where the blood would flow;A robe of purple, rough with hate,clung to His wounds beneath its weight. A crown of thorns, each piercing deep,made Heaven’s hosts in sorrow weep;And on His back the timber lay,its splinters marking mercy’s way. The nails tore through with ringing sound,as flesh and…
He Is Mine and I Am Known

I have walked through rooms of crowded lightand felt unnamed beneath the glow;but One voice spoke my secret night—He is mine, and I am known. I have carried masks that fit my face,polished words like river stone;He read the silence underneath—He is mine, and I am known. When shame became a heavy coatand fear made…
Glory in the Dust

He does not choose the polished stoneThat gleams beneath the sun;He lifts the jagged, weathered rockAnd carves till grace is done. He walks where reputation fades,Where nets lie torn in sand;He calls the calloused, trembling onesAnd writes their names by hand. The crown He gives is not for thoseWho stand without a scar,But for the…
Peter

The Sea of Galilee shimmered beneath early light, a mixture of rose and silver, wind-stirred in places but calm in others—the kind of morning when fishermen measured hope against exhaustion. Nets slapped the water; ropes groaned; the scent of brine mingled with the smell of sweat and damp wood. Among the boats moved a man…
My Portion and My Strength

When flesh is weak and courage thin,And shadows crowd the door,I rest upon the God who stays—My strength for evermore. When heart and hope together fail,And fears like embers rise,He lifts my chin to see His face—A refuge for mine eyes. He is my Portion when I lack,My Bread when days are lean;A well that…
The Strength of My Heart, My Portion for Ever

“My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever” (Psalm 73:26). There are days when the body feels like an empty cupboard and the heart like a lamp flickering on its last drop of oil. Muscles shake, plans crumble, courage leaks away—yet right there, at…