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Poetry About Jesus

As a Mother Hen
Luke 13:34. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together as a hen gathers her chicks, under her wings, and you were not willing.

A name so dear
Short reflection upon the wonderful name and character of Jesus

Nature Groans
This poem is personification about persevering

When words just fail
The lockdown caused be the Coronavirus has given me time and opportunity to spend more time with Jesus and to reflect upon His love and provision.

The Halo's Glow
Are we so blind we cannot see the halo's glow?

Jesus wept with heartbroken Mary and Martha. Jesus wept at Gethsemane, Believers wept at their loss. Someday it is the accusers who will wept.

Wonder what Jesus's boyhood was like? Since He came and lived as human flesh, perhaps he enjoyed what most boys enjoy. It also must have been a time of preparation. If we want to know Jesus we must do so in our heart. We don't need portraits.

In the late 90s, I wrote a series of 22 poems celebrating the names of God/Jesus. Most of the poems dealt with a distinct title, i.e., The Good Shepherd, The Great Physician, etc. The last one, however, was quite simply -- the names. This is that poem.

In Christ Alone
In Christ alone shall all things stand

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