"The Bible is a remarkable fountain: the more one draws and drinks of it, the more it stimulates thirst."
- Martin Luther
Thursday, October 23, 2003
A Poem by Jared Wilson (Rod)
What is this love,
This higher love?
My heart could not perceive it.
Stilted so and inclined ?no?
My heart could not receive it.
What is this love,
This wondrous love,
That calls me from within?
Embattled sore and mind at war,
I spurned this love for sin.
But never ceasing, it persists,
Romancing and a?wooing.
Strength decreasing, will resists
The dogged one pursuing.
What is this faith,
This remote faith
That unto me is gifted?
My own eyes I now despise
The gauzy veil is lifted.
What is this faith,
This curious faith,
That proves the thing unseen?
For what I sought has earned me naught.
By another I am clean.
Stirring now and out the tomb,
Half-blind I?m almost falling.
But still I walk away from doom
To face the light that?s calling.
What is this grace,
This mystery grace,
That gently is assailing?
It rescues me while lost at sea
And against the waves am railing.
What is this grace ?
This amazing grace ?
This tremendous mystery,
Which takes the old and makes it gold
That absolves depravity?
With faith and hope and love I live,
Steeped in the cleansing stream.
The Lamb was slain, His blood to give.
By His will I am redeemed!
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Comments on "A Poem -- Part Four in the Thinklings Blog Series":
2. Jared
- 10/23/2003 9:51 am CDT
Guess I shoulda posted the LaHaye bashing piece I originally intended to instead of this lame poem.
3. Robert Williams
- 10/23/2003 10:04 am CDT
Lame? I thought it was great! Very moving.
My favorite was:
For what I sought has earned me naught.
By another I am clean.
4. Bill
- 10/23/2003 10:11 am CDT
Remember what you said before - substance does not comments generate.
Hey, that inspires some poetry:
I strove to utter wisdom's word
"'twill attract comment" I myself assured
Alas, forsaken was my post
Supplanted by that blackguard Bird
His posts regaled with sporting fare
Or the color of his underwear
Midst curling smoke his pipe did boast
"Comments have I more than my share"
I assuaged my grief with the knowledge sure
That my posts attempted wisdom pure
Though uncommented wastelands they may be
Fie on Bird!
And woe is me"
5. Jared
- 10/23/2003 10:20 am CDT
Dude, you need to blog that mutha!
Yeah, okay. Substance doesn't generate comments. But how about a few "good job"s? ;-)
7. Quaid
- 10/23/2003 11:57 am CDT
In all seriousness, however, I think the poem really was nice. Worthy of the series under which it was posted.
Can't wait 'till tomorrow!
8. Raindream
- 10/23/2003 4:43 pm CDT
I confess it isn't easy for me to praise at times. I guess I want to say something more than that I liked it or that it was good.
Still, it's good, sir.
9. shrode
- 10/24/2003 2:36 am CDT
ditto what Raindream said. Poem does a great job reminding us of the power of grace v. the emptiness of sin. I'm thinking about printing it and sharing it with my church.
How's that for a "good job"?
Very nice, Jared
I liked the line "Which takes the old and makes it gold"