resurrection

‘What a Beautiful Name’ – Hillsong Worship

‘Death could not hold You, the veil tore before You
You silenced the boast, of sin and grave
The heavens are roaring, the praise of Your glory
For You are raised to life again

You have no rival, You have no equal
Now and forever, Our God reigns
Yours is the Kingdom, Yours is the glory
Yours is the Name, above all names

What a powerful Name it is
What a powerful Name it is
The Name of Jesus Christ my King

What a powerful Name it is
Nothing can stand against
What a powerful Name it is
The Name of Jesus’

Love and Justice

His love and justice,
Both soft and hard sides of God:
Sacrifice; judgement –
Salvation through faith by grace,
Yet all are held to account

A tanka written in response to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #28 – “Hard” and “Soft”

Middle Day – #HolyWeek Saturday Haiku #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

Middle day of three
First death claimed him, settling debts
By third, He was free

Day 15 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 falls on Easter Saturday, and the NaPoWriMo.net challenge is to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something.

Opportunity

Easter holidays,
Timely rescue from workplace –
Opportunity:
Refreshment and renewal,
Resurrection to new life!

written in response to today’s timely prompt at The Daily Post, with grateful thanks for a timely break from workplace torture – bring on the opportunity of renewal and a new life!

Follow the River’s Course

Caught in eddy pools
Swimming against life’s currents
Taken by the flow

Find the river’s course
As it flows through the desert
Oasis of life

written in response to this week’s prompt – “swim” – at Haiku Horizons

BOP #NaPiWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

B orn under a cloud
O vercast by fear and doubt –
P aradise awaits

Day 11 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 presents a prompt challenge too far (for the moment) from NaPoWriMo.net: : the Bop. The invention of poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearan sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) a problem. Like a song, it relies on refrains and repetition. In the basic Bop poem, a six-line stanza introduces the problem, and is followed by a one-line refrain. The next, eight-line stanza discusses and develops the problem, and is again followed by the one-line refrain. Then, another six-line stanza resolves or concludes the problem, and is again followed by the refrain.

My acrostic haiku presents a problem, develops it, and provides the solution in rather fewer words.

He Bore our Sins

He bore our sins
On his own body,
Upon the cross
By his manifold wounds;
That we may be healed,
He died man’s death;
Yet victorious arose
That we might live again;
Cleansed, renewed in faith, and
Cloaked in His righteousness.

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post, and inspired by 1 Peter 2:24

A Cock Crows

You knew him!
Denial
Followed him here!
Denial
Were with him!
Denial!

Denial one by one
By one He loved
Again,
And again;
Yet again.

And as foretold
A cock crows
Announcing betrayal
Which cannot be
Denied.

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post, inspired by the account of Peter’s denial of Jesus in Matthew 26:69-75

I Shall Testify #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

I shall testify nothing
if not Jesus Christ and Him crucified
whom God presented
as a sacrifice of atonement
the righteous for the unrighteous,
to bring us to God;
for while we were still sinners,
Christ died for us;
in this Way God demonstrated
his own love for us:
reconciling the world
to himself in Christ.

Since Christ was raised from the dead,
he cannot die again;
death no longer has mastery over him:
He has destroyed death,
and has brought life and immortality
to light through the gospel;
for Christ did not enter a sanctuary
manufactured with human hands,
but entered heaven itself,
now to appear for us in God’s presence;
He was put to death in the body
but made alive in the Spirit.

There is one God,
and one mediator between God and mankind:
the man Christ Jesus;
there is but one Lord, Jesus Christ,
through whom all things came,
and through whom we now may live;
God made his light shine in our hearts
to give us the knowledge of His glory;
this is how we know what love is:
Jesus Christ laid down his life for us
and we ought to follow, and lay down our lives
for the sake of our brothers and sisters.

Day Three of Na/GloPoWriMo2017, and today’s challenge is to write an elegy – a poem that mourns or honours someone dead or something gone by, centred on an unusual fact about the person or thing being mourned. In this case, as I look ahead a couple of weeks to Easter, we mourn Good Friday’s sacrifice, but rejoice in Easter’s resurrection, inspired by the words of Paul the Apostle’s various letters to the New Testament church.

Day Three of Na/GloPoWriMo2017

In Communion #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

water into wine,
loaves and fishes:
a feast for all
from Jesus;
the bread of life,
which always sustains:
I need no yeast
but Jesus;
new wine in new skins,
commemorative of blood:
I need no priest
but Jesus;
remembrance and rejoicing,
remorse and reverence,
all glory accords to
Lord Jesus

written in response to the prompt for Day 2 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 – a recipe!