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Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do it as for Thee. Not rudely, as a beast, To run into an action; But still to make Thee prepossest, And give it his perfection. A man that looks on glass, On it may stay … Continue reading The Elixir by George Herbert
Lead us, Evolution, lead usUp the future's endless stair;Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us.For stagnation is despair:Groping, guessing, yet progressing,Lead us nobody knows where.Wrong or justice, joy or sorrow,In the present what are theywhile there's always jam-tomorrow,While we tread the onward way?Never knowing where we're going,We can never go astray.To whatever variationOur posterity … Continue reading Lead Us, Evolution, Lead Us!
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace; And glut thy self with what thy womb devours, Which is no more then what is false and vain, And meerly mortal dross; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou … Continue reading On Time by John Milton
Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for youAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bendYour force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.I, like an usurp'd town to another due,Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;Reason, your viceroy in me, me should … Continue reading Break, Blow, Burn and Make Me New
Jesus holds out a cup towards us and says, "Taste this blessing." Yet, when the cup comes around to Jesus, there is no blessing, there is only wrath.
This is a poem written by a good friend of mine, nearly four years ago. The poem speaks of the tension of the "already/not yet" aspect of our sanctification. We are already raised and seated with Christ in the heavenly places (Eph. 2:6) and our glorification is certain (Rom. 8:30) - but we still struggle … Continue reading Full Circle (Poem)
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurped town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end. Reason, … Continue reading “Holy Sonnet XIV” by John Donne
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC5ey9_wWwQ In this video, John Piper reads a poem he wrote, based off the allegorical story of Pilgrim's Progress. Pilgrim, in this poem wrestles with one of the seven deadly sins, Sloth.
Marc Sims 