Saturday, January 28, 2012

There in the garden

Yesterday morning I was thinking about Cat being away on the international outreach in London and I was struck that what they are holding out to these international students is not a faith system, or an ideology or religion, but Jesus. And that will start or continue a journey for all of them that brings them to either accept or reject the claims of Jesus recorded in the bible. Though in truth, as a Christian I believe that our choice to walk away from a relationship with God began in a garden, many years ago. How amazing it is that he still pursues us to restore it now!

There in the garden
There in the garden,
my shame complete.
I chose to take what
I did not need.
For all the riches
that I could want
had been given me in God
A piece of fruit
my biggest fall,
yet not the fruit
but my all in all
was what I lost
that cursed day
I chose myself over my god.

For the life he'd given me was good
though lacking every modern thing
In the garden, I walked with God,
After I only walked in sin.

There on the hilltop,
my anger raged
against a man from Galilee
As he lay there
nailed to a cross
he bid his Father forgive me
and with a cry
he breathed his last
yet there was love there
in those eyes.
I'd been so lost
but in that moment
I was no longer despised.

For the life he'd given up was good
so blameless that he took my sin.
On that hilltop, I looked on God
the God who took away my sin.

There on that mountain
when Christ returns
and every eye at last shall see
my sin forgotten,
my life restored,
he shall return in victory.
And this old Earth
shall melt away
restored to how it once was made
no longer strangers
but sons we'll reign
beside our God.

For the life he's given me is good
it will not tarnish nor grow old
but but ever draws me on to his day
when he will glorious, return.

TheWeeScottie

Everlasting God

Some thoughts on how God is trinity (Father, Son and Holy Spirit) a couple of Sunday mornings ago prompted me to write a poem. And it is this amazing truth of God being Father, Son and Holy Spirit that sets him apart for me as a Christian.

Everlasting God
There in the beginning
Before all things were made
Father, Son and Spirit
the one-ness of God displayed.
Enjoying each other
sufficient together
the Trinity lived as one.
The everlasting God just was,
The Father, Spirit and Son.

There in creation
the whole world was yours
created by your hand
alone as sovereign God you stand.
All power was yours
yet you chose to create
a people t call your own.
The everlasting God worked there,
The Father, Spirit and Son.

There on the beam of the cross,
you were there in all, God.
Though we heckled and spat on
the lamb that you sent down
and Jesus contained my sin,
while the Father was forced to forsake
and the Spirit waited to come
the everlasting God,
spent for humanity.

There at the end of the age,
sin then no more,
the Son will return
as burning hearts yearn.
Victory complete,
the Everlasting God still will be!
Satan defeated,
and us with God united,
for all eternity.

TheWeeScottie

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Good shepherd

Hey guys, I've been out of the blogdom since before Christmas but have been writing mostly poetry in the time gone by so I thought I'd post a couple of poem while I think through what my blog is for.

The first is about shepherd who finds on returning to the sheep pen that he is missing one of his sheep. Such is his love for that sheep that he leaves the other 99 and goes after the 1 that is missing. Such is his love. This is the story.

The good shepherd
The rain fell fast
and the wind blew cold
as the shepherd huddled
inside the sheep fold.
He counted once
and once again,
just to be sure
all his sheep were home.
But where 100 should be
only 99 stood,
So, taking his crook
and donning his hood,
He closed up the gate,
his love burnt like the sun,
and leaving the rest
he set out for the one.
The good shepherd walked
out into the dark night
searching the hilltops
by the guttering moonlight.
Every pasture he checked,
then when all those were through,
to the back-ways he went
looking pleasant and green
but easy to get lost
and lose where you'd been.
As darkness drew closer,
the shepherd ploughed on
the love in his heart
was the light that he shone,
til far in the distance
a faint bleat he heard
bursting into a run
by his lost lamb's cry, spurred,
and there on a cliff
was the sheep that he sought,
bedraggled and wet,
forlorn and distraught.
Then onto his sholders
the good shepherd hung
the poor tired sheep;
its master had come.
And back to the city
the good shepherd ran,
such was his joy at finding his lamb.
For though it was lost
in the darkness, alone,
the good shepherd came
and brought his lamb home.

TheWeeScottie