The Love That Bore the Cross For Me (When Every Step’s an Uphill Battle)

When every step’s an uphill battle

And every victory’s followed by a cliff to climb

When the foe stands atop every precipice

And I just want to collapse

I remember

The Love that bore the Cross for me

Stands with hands held out

The hands that caught me when I fell

Sustained me when I could do no more

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Father, Son, and Spirit Blest (A Poem on the Trinity and the Rest of God)

I wrote this poem thinking of John 17, “… I have given them the glory that You gave Me, that they may be one as We are one, Father, You in Me and I in them, so that the world may know that You sent Me and have loved them even as You have loved Me… Father, I want those You have given Me to be with Me where I am and to see My glory, which You have given Me because You loved Me before the world was.” I was also thinking of Hebrews 4, “… God rested from all His works… So, then, there remains a Sabbath rest for all who believe…”


Father, Son, and Spirit blest

Guide us to eternal rest

That is Thy sacred oneness

The source of all blessedness Continue reading “Father, Son, and Spirit Blest (A Poem on the Trinity and the Rest of God)”