The Passionate Poet

He’s humble and He’s kind

Even when I scream and cry.

And I’m cursing in my mind

Still He holds me by His side.

‘Under his wings, I hide‘

‘As the apple of His eye.’

In the stillness and the quiet

Heals my brokenness, so I

Can rejoice and testify

Of His goodness in my life.

Glory to glory, all the while,

So that others too will find

That His love will never die,

And it calls us up to rise.

For when we look into His eyes

And see such paradise

Not simply to comply,

To follow rules or keep in line,

But accepting that He died

So we’d know Him and His smile

And we could be inside

Of His Kingdom, living life.

Alongside Him, keeping stride

Moving one step-at-a-time

Removing all our sinful pride

So we’d reflect His light…

Yes.

That’s what my Father’s like.

2 Corinthians 3:18 

“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.”