The Holiest Conversation Offered by Doug Blair, Waterloo ON, 2020
You, My Son Posted on November 7, 2020
It’s you my Son The greatest hopes Began that starlit night. And shepherds came To witness Christ
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Before the dawning light. Your guardians knew That times were tough And godliness was spurned. But how you grew With sacred Words An honest trade you learned. In meadows gold You felt my touch While finding songbird’s nest. And charity and listening ears While neighbours Felt your rest. Could this go on Without a pause? As wicked bore the reins? No‌your loveliness Would be their mark Their slander bringing pains. But pray you did In Garden hid
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From strain of everyday And run full course With my sweet force. The Life, the Truth, the Way. The Cross you bore The Grave and more To counter Adam’s sin And hungry heard Your Living Word That brought each lost sheep in.
A Son to His Father
Yes, Father.
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I have sought your face.
I have heard your voice.
I have found your will.
I have delighted in following.
As a youngster at home.
In the carpenter’s shop.
As the Romans came to town and went.
At the Jordan with John.
Stretched in the wilderness.
In the teeming curious crowds.
Alone, and seeking in night hours.
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With the sick.
With the cynical.
When challenged as to my service.
When challenged as to the Kingdom.
When disappointed by friends.
When weary of their ambition.
In Gethsemane.
Troubled and sore amazed.
Telling the Governor the truth.
Enduring the pain,
As one wretched thief
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Acknowledged our plan,
And you seemed removed.
But the plan was sovereign.
I sit again at your side.
We have glorious fellowship.
We hear from the family.
We delight to bless.
And oh, dear Father,
They are coming.
Your sons, daughters to the feast.
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Victory on the Blue-Green FEBRUARY 21, 2015 / ISSUUDOTCOMSLASHDEWANE /
Today another chariot-load
See them Father
The smiles, the joy
The diverse cultures
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Registering surprise
The angels launching
Into their happy chores
The Family keeps arriving
As expected
The Spirit is so
Effective down there
So drawing
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The Word full of life.
Now you just say it
Father
And I’m on my way
Clouds part
That little place
Of blue and green
Stops its bickering
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And its mendacity
And oppression
The patient, plaintive ones
Stellar in faith
See my arrival
My house-cleaning
My wrath
The wrath of a Lamb
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My vindicating
And all the knees bow
Everywhere
And all the tongues confess
“Jesus is Lord”
To the glory of you
Father.
Amen.
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Small FEBRUARY 23, 2014 / ISSUUDOTCOMSLASHDEWANE / EDIT
Strange it may sound In a world full of striving “Yes, look at me. I have gained and will be Noticed of men At the top of the ladder. Do what it takes And admirers will see.” Yet there’s a place To discard all pretention Breathe ever freely Released from sin’s thrall. Mountain or forest Or sea coast all glorious Showing God’s grandeur For there, I am small.
Small, and so thankful That He knows my journey. Small, and in wonder That He has my back. Small, there’s a comfort In trusting and leaning Safe from the arrows Of Evil’s attack. But does He fathom My daily dilemmas? But does He know The hurts people will bring? That’s when my eyes turn To Christ ‘neath the Olives Begging for rescue; Of Him will I sing.
Prayer: Lord may we enter into your Holy Conversations in Triune Love? Totally honest. Seeking precious agreement in prayer. And therefore seeking precious teamwork and power as the yoke-fellows of Jesus. It will take time to appreciate the passion and purpose released to us through the Cross and the Empty Tomb. But we will persevere. And You will love and guide...Amen.
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