A Morning Thought Of Love

I woke up this morning with a thought of love. / A specific woman of style I had in mind: / My wife of almost 14 years, delivered and signed / From a blessing of a covenant from above / That descended so lightly upon me as a dove. /

Under the trees, we find our safety strong. / On the rock, we establish our song, / And with the dissolve of time, we redeem our years. / Any sadness will turn into joyful tears.

His Righteousness

The Lord has always been there. / Never has he left me confused, / my crying pleas for forgiveness not refused. / He handles my prayers and soul with the utmost care— / His judgments and tests: always fair. /

Though I do not understand always, / My soul testifies His truth while my mind betrays. / His goodness is forever the fruit I partake, / And only because of His righteousness' sake.

Repay

How can I repay her? / She has loved me through the thick and thin. / She received my ring made out of tin / And fashioned it into gold that smells like myrhh. / An artist, she is—a breed of connoisseur /

As her dad. A love felt, / Prevalent presence vast as the veldt. / Rest in my arms—these fleshy branches / As my joy avalanches.

Likeness

I never thought I was good / enough to be blessed with a son / and wife. For what have I done? / Has not the Lord given me more than He should? / Have I not done less than I could? /

Look at his eyes. / Like his momma's. It's no surprise / His smile melts my worries / And his laughter quells my furies.

Two Educations

There are two kinds of education. / One is from the earth, / Which is filled with dearth. / Then there is the One that is unearthed, filled from the beginning with worth. / One is valued by the proud and the crowd's condition. / The other by the humble and the meek's disposition. /

The former leads to everlasting discontent. / The latter is a Ladder of culminating ascent. / Beware the teacher of the former— / That trickster and conformer. / And rather seek the reality of the Transformer.