Glory Abode

                                                                                    My father’s care so stable; Worries my faith can’t topple. Strong arms with ease I’m lifted, Living swing, and bough to climb; Full of unshakeable trust.   My father’s love was shrouded Neath a robe of stern firm hand. Stirring awe bordering fear, How long bide thus, I know not. Did it ever disappear?   His respect and admiration O’er flowed as reputation, Washed over me as well; Now know firm truth uprightness His child inherits in will. He held his peace and listened Cost: being misunderstood. A nudge now and then given Problem solved! no help needed, Or so he helped me to feel.   Tender love securely secured, Every so often its leaked; Bathes father and son sweetly. As on his shoulders riding Great mem’ries stored so gently.   The struggles and vict’ries won, Like Jacob’s at Jabbok burn. The night I held my first-born The brass-bound love of father, Explodes as blooming roses.   Great God! Our heaven

  The GIVER Couldn’t Give!   Creator of the worlds is He All life and every good gives He. Yet, the GIVER couldn’t give.   A peasant child of Nazareth Poverty dogged His every step. Bound, the GIVER couldn’t give.   Cup of cold water’s all He has, Own meal presses into my hand. More, the GIVER couldn’t give.   Oh! The pain in those eyes of love, Tears brimming as my wants discern Still, the GIVER couldn’t give.   Poor mother, child homeless, weary; Stay, be right back with some money. Empty, giver couldn’t give.   Gone! Both from sight no longer, Heart sinks, sweaty hand holds a fiver. Aching, giver couldn’t give.   God, that You? The mother the child? You know my heart. I so desired. Wailing, giver couldn’t give.     Dear Father, our YHWH-yireh. We give because Your ALL You gave us. We give for giving hearts You gave us. We give ‘cause to You we’re giving. Willing, humble hearts do accept. Amen and Amen .   Yeanoku    Oct. 27, 2007.