Songs In The Night

Two worldviews contrasted - that of humanism/atheism (ie. the world's vain philosophies) versus that of true Christianity (ie. of faith). Which view is yours? Which one reflects the condition of your heart? Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. by William Ernest Henley The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God... Psalm 14:1 My Captain Out of the night that dazzles me, Bright as the sun from pole to pole, I thank the God I know to be For Christ the conqueror of my soul. Sinc...

O Lord, My Strength Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defense; Thy mighty arm shall be my trust, For I have found salvation thence. Death, and the terrors of the grave, Stood round me with their dismal shade; While floods of high temptations rose, And made my sinking soul afraid. I saw the opening gates of hell, With endless pains and sorrows there, Which none but they that feel can tell; While I was hurried to despair. In my distress I called my God, When I could scarce believe Him mine: He bowed His ear to my complaint, Then did His grace appear divine. With speed He flew to my relief, As on a cherub’s wing He rode; Awful and bright as lightning shone The face of my Deliverer, God. Temptations fled at His rebuke, The blast of His almighty breath; He sent salvation from on high, And drew me from the deeps of death. Great were my fears, my foes were great, Much was their strength, and more their rage; But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still, In all the w...

This is one of two poems that offer a comforting look back (to the day a loved one went home to Heaven) and forward to spending eternity with the Lord ourselves. The first one is: Since Yesterday . Eternity I stood with God on the edge of the world, and my hand was in His hand. I looked down the road of the past, as it stretched away in the dim distance, till it was shrouded in the mists of time. And I knew it had no beginning, and a little chill wind of fear blew about my head. God asked, "Are you afraid?" And I said, "Yes, because I cannot understand how there can be no beginning." So God said, "Let us turn and face the other way." And I looked into glory, and my heart rejoiced with joy unspeakable. And then my mind went ahead, a billion, billion years, and I knew there would be no end, and again that little chill wind of fear began to blow. And God asked me again, "Are you afraid?" And I answered, "A little, because I cannot understand ho...

This is a poem written by a friend to comfort me, just hours before my Mom went home to be with the Lord, around 2 am on September 22nd/2005. I edited a couple of the words in it (and removed my name), so as to post a poem that could be a source of comfort to others and not just myself. I am not able to contact Theresa, so I hope she will not mind these few words changes. The original version (as well as words of comfort from her email) can be found on this page: God's Grace In Our Trials . I am printing up a second edition of my poetry book, The Seasons Of Your Pilgrimage , and this is one of the poems I will be adding to the 2nd edition, as a testimony to the comfort these words offered me and my sister at the time of our Mom's graduation to Heaven. I hope it is a blessing to you. Prayer For Comfort Father, bless my friend today, as he trusts You in his pain, This one who's leaving him, he knows, will surely live again. He loves You, Lord, and he is holding to Your loving...

The New Testament Matthew portrays Christ as a great King, As through it’s wondrous discourses ring; The Mighty man, the princely Prince, Matthew, the author, set to evince. Mark sees Jesus as a humble servant, Who preaches a message of Truth so fervent; And teaches of the Miraculous One, The Christ, God’s beloved Son. Luke, who sees Him as a Man, The doctor sees as few people can; The suffering Christ depicted here, The human aspect, a human tear. John sees Christ as Almighty God, Deity, Israel’s Mighty Ephod; Deals with the spirit and souls of men, With eternal life, world without end. Acts, the Book of the church’s zeal, The book with the apostles’ mighty seal; The acts of holy men of old, Has the gospel story often told. The Romans, written to Christians in Rome, By Paul himself, from his prison home; Full of doctrines and practical Truth, For men in their prime, or in their youth. First Corinthians with errors exposed, The church rebuked, its judgment imposed; Many chapters of lov...