Songs In The Night

Death Meets His Match Father Time met pale King Death Sittin' by a tomb. "Hello, old friend, I guess you're here To seal somebody's doom." "You might say that," sly Death replied. A smile slid up his face. "Inside reposes that Jesus man Who said He'd save the race." "And you, Time, why you stoppin' here? Don't you have things to do?" "I come each day to draw the veil And let the mornin' through." "Say, why you watchin' jus' one grave, With all your vast domain? Looks like you'd be out ramblin' round And smitin' folks with pain." "Well, this one's somethin' special. He challenged me, they say. Said He'd rest here just three days Then stir and walk away." "Now I'm the conqueror you know, They don't talk up to me. When I steps in to cut 'em down It's for eternity." "I sure can testify to that,"...

But We See Jesus "I don't look back, God knows the fruitless efforts, The wasted hours, the sinning, the regrets, I leave them all with Him who blots the record, And mercifully forgives, and then forgets. I don't look forward, God sees all the future, The road that, short or long, will lead me home, And He will face with me its every trial, And bear for me the burdens that may come. But I look up - into the face of Jesus, For there my heart can rest, my fears are stilled, And there is joy, and love, and light for darkness, And perfect peace, and every hope fulfilled." ~Annie Johnson Flint~

In 2005, after my Mom died, I spent time with my family attempting to comfort them by preaching about her saving faith at her memorial. I came back so spiritually dry and thirsty from this time, and was unexpectedly empty. I came across these words in Isaiah during my very next Bible reading and they really soothed my soul. Isaiah 41:17-18 When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue faileth for thirst, I the LORD will hear them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them. I will open rivers in high places, and fountains in the midst of the valleys: I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water. As a result of these verses, I put together various studies on living water, but I don't think I ever tried to put these ideas into a poem. Recently reading through Ecclesiastes has brought them back to mind, and this is my attempt to do so. I feel like I'm priming a rusty water pump - as this is my first poem in a long while...