Monday, March 29, 2010

Boxes and Freedom

What am I doing stuffed into this box?
No room to move, not even to breathe.
"You must fit this space to be proper and right,
If some part sticks out, then just cut it off!
Do this, don't do that, keep your thoughts to yourself.
I don't wanna hear what you have to say!
Do not imagine, do not create,
Put a lid on it and stay in that box!"
But wonder of wonders, now I see,
that a loving God has set me free!
Free to be His and free to be me, 
I'm in Him and He's in me!
No longer imprisoned, He's given me wings,
By Grace I will soar,
fly high and fly free,
And I'll never go back
To that stifling old box!    


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Spring!

The cold, snowy fingers of winter
suddenly yield,
To the light touch of spring
as she flits from valley
to hill,
Blessing the earth with her joy.
Released from icy chambers,
Each rivulet, stream and river
runs full
and boisterous,
Tumbling joyfully to the sea.
The sentinel peeper asleep in the marsh,
Heard spring as she lingered,
And he knew it was time
to boldly pipe
his nocturnal reveille
and awaken his brothers, those heralds of spring.
Spring beauties in striped pink gowns
of simple splendor,
Dance
in the great forest ballroom.
The whole earth awakens as birds start to sing;
I tramp through the woods, by the streams, through the fields,
And blissfully greet each welcoming sign,
And join with each voice
And welcome
SPRING!