With God as your reward
Rise up and take your place.
God is your great reward.
No one will ever satisfy
Like Him who made you whole.
He called you in the night
And spoke to your deaf ears.
Christ so worthy redeemed your soul,
Restored the locust’s years.
To whom now do you turn?
Has one man loved you more
Than He who set your life ablaze
Amid the winter storm?
How far has he removed
Your punishment from you.
How purely white you have been cleansed
And washed with grace anew.
Rise, O, rise, child of God
To take your place and lead
A faithful generation home
With God the one you please.
2010
Mountains Rise
But mountains yes rise like kings to thrones, and when they rise with able voice so clear and crisp like water cool will whisper a message, a call, a bidding that sails like feathers dancing and flirting on sapphire breezes for glory of Yahweh’s majesty and for laud of Yahweh’s gift and will betray with lovingkindness idols that cannot speak or see or hear nor smell or feel or walk without men and women who worship stones for minute and hour and four with twenty yet feel not the dread of receiving their wage.
2007
Love and Justice
God’s justice satisfied at last
On Christ the Son wrath poured
God’s perfect love and just demand
Reveal His nature pure.
He raised from Adam’s curse of death
Our everlasting King.
Almighty God in grace procured
A righteous gathering.
Through faith desire commenced within
Now our affections rise.
Completed He what we could not
And opened blinded eyes.
All hail the King of wondrous works
Whose body bears the scars.
True love’s sacrificial gift
And heaven’s full reward.
2010
Could I But Earn My Savior’s Love
Could I but earn my Savior’s love
By striving to repay?
Could I preserve eternal robes
So well His favor swayed?
My inner lot shall not redeem
Salvation’s costly gain.
Nor will I buy the right man’s eye
For holiness to feign.
I can’t dismiss my ransom paid,
Eternal Son came down.
His flesh for mine, perfection slain,
My guilt in Him atoned.
2010
The Most Beautiful Feet
Prostrate I fall,
Face to the floor,
I reach out to touch the most beautiful feet.
Normally disgusting,
Cringing, withdrawing,
Somehow these feet welcome me home.
My hands have never touched
Such beautiful skin,
So precious, so strong—encouraging strength within.
Eye level with carpet
I know my place
Is to respond with worship, to feast upon grace.
Feet of love,
Feet of flesh,
My savior has come that I might have rest.
2006
