Tag: Poetry
Jesus Tasted Death
Jesus tasted death for everyone. For every person standing before the cross, watching Him suffer. For the soldiers who nailed down His hands and feet. For the thieves, murderers, and perverse hearts. For the Jews and Gentiles. For every tribe, tongue, and nation. For those who delight in torturing and killing Christians. For those who…
A Response to Shakespeare
Shakespeare writes, “How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There’s not the smallest…
Wisdom
Close the door, Come back to the narrow path…