Thursday, 17 August 2017

War No More (Isaiah 2:2-5, Micah 4:1-5)

The Word of the Lord came through prophets of old:
In the latter days, it shall unfold
That the house of the Lord shall be established on high
And all nations shall flow into it, every tribe
Many people shall come, saying, "Let's arise and go
To learn God's ways, His paths to know"
For His law shall go forth from His holy hill
And He shall judge between many peoples
Into plowshares they shall beat their swords
Nations shall, no more learn war
Everyone shall to their own garden tend
And walk in the light of the Lord
Whose kingdom of peace has no end
November 10, 2016

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

For People From Every Tribe, Language and Nation (Revelation 5, 7 & 14)

With Christ’s blood, God has purchased salvation 
For people from every tribe, language and nation 
A kingdom of people that will soon reign on earth
To serve God, on the throne, who, alone, is worth 
All the glory and praise from His sons and daughters
Whom He created, along with stars, earth and waters;
The redeemed of the Lamb have received the good news
But God’s judgement will come to those who refuse 
To bow their knees and confess Christ as Lord
With blessing and honour, to Jesus, outpoured 
To the glory of the Father, our Ruler Supreme;
His image we bear, for by Him, we’re esteemed
August 16, 2017

The Armour of God (Ephesians 6:10-18)

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Reflections From Psalm 22

"My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
Christ cried out in anguish from the cross
My God, I cry out by day but You do not answer me
When darkness covers all the land, rest is lost

Yet, You are enthroned as the Holy One,
The One whom Israel gives praise
In You, our ancestors put their trust
They cried to You; You delivered and saved

But, I am a worm, spit upon and crushed
While upon the cross, in agony, I writhe 
Unrecognized as human
Scorned by all, by all despised

All who see me at this crossroad mock me
Hurling insults, shaking their heads
"He trusts in the LORD,
Let the LORD rescue him," they said

Yet You brought me out of the womb
You made me trust in You even as I nursed
I have always been cared for by You, my God
Do not be far, for only You can help me, now cursed

Many bulls surround me
Ferocious horns of power oppress
Roaring lions that shred their prey
My back is a blood-scourged mess

I am poured out like water, emptied of life
All of my bones are in disarray
Like wax, my heart has melted
Like a broken jar, in the dust of death, I lay

They pierce my hands and my feet
A pack of villains stare and gloat
They divide my garments among themselves
And cast lots for my seamless clothes

But You, LORD, do not be far from me
You are my strength; come quickly to my aid
Deliver me from the sword, my precious life
From the power of savages, rescue and save

I will declare Your name to my people
In the assembly I will praise You
Children of Israel, honour and revere Him!
You who fear the LORD, praise Him, too!

For He has not despised or scorned
The suffering of the afflicted one
He has not hidden His face from him
But has listened to the cry from His Son

From You comes the theme of my praise
Before those who fear You, I will fulfill my vows
The poor will eat and be satisfied
Those who seek the LORD will praise Him anyhow

All the ends of the earth will remember and repent
All the families of every nation
Will bow down before the LORD
Who rules over all of His creation

All the rich of the earth will celebrate and sing
All who go down to the dust will kneel
Posterity will serve Him;
To future generations, the LORD will be revealed

They will declare His righteousness,
Proclaim to those who have yet to leave the womb:
He has done it! It is finished!
He is risen! Christ has left the tomb.
September 16, 2015

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Musings from Morning Meditation (Mark 7:33-37)

Lord, help me hear and speak
Clearly what You've done -
Amazing things
Through Jesus Christ, Your Son,
Who opened ears
And loosened quiet tongues
That they might join the chorus
Where endless praise is sung
With people from each nation,
Every tribe and every tongue
Giving glory all together
To the One who strung
The stars up in the heavens;
Upon the earth, Christ hung
Where His lifeblood for ours,
Out of Him, was wrung
As He spoke forgiveness 
Until the last breath in His lungs;
Lord, help me clearly hear Your voice
And speak Your truth with grace 
While there is breath within my lungs
Until I see You face to face
August 21, 2017