Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Cornerstone (Psalm 118:22)

This is the cornerstone,
the one tossed from the pile,
considered rubble.

This is the most valuable aspect,
of all possible foundations
faith should be built upon.


This is the chosen piece of rock,
rough at the edges
and not perfectly square.

The builder sees its lack of value,
blindness hinders the sighted,
innocence gives you vision.

This is My rock,
a voice filling the ages,
a song known in deep recesses.

This is the cornerstone,
viewed by men as flawed,
seen by God as perfect.



copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr 
 

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Lamb of God (Offered in My Place)

Zurbaran - Lamb of God

Lamb of God,
offered in ransom for my soul,
in place of my flesh,
submitting Yourself
to an agonizing death,
nails, thorns, thirst, suffocation,
so I might find
Your father's forgiveness.

You are not
a burnt offering
on the altars of heathens.
You are flesh and blood
on a cross of wood,
a tree fashioned by unbelievers,
erected on a hill
outside the walls
of Your holy city.

Lamb of God,
You take all hatred
onto Your tortured body.
A thorn for every vice,
a spike for a thousand different sins.
You absorb the gossip and slander
of the world.
You embrace the forsaken
and the hopeless.
You forgive every betrayal
and denial,
that we might draw toward You.

Lamb offered in my place
do not count
the days of my desperate ploys
to be Pilate, Judas, Caiaphas,
rather remember the few moments
when I have cried at Your feet,
listened to Your sermons,
or waved branches in the street.




copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr




Monday, April 24, 2017

John 20:29 (Doubt)

Carl Bloch - "The Doubting Thomas"

Doubt,
filled with the essence 
of my own demise.
Others have spoken of their insights.
Am I jealous
that I was not in the room,
or have I always been skeptical?

Doubt,
it can't be cured by a sermon,
no matter if His word
is built on your foundation.
I have always questioned
what I can't see or touch.

Doubt,
my fingers probe the wounds,
the open sores
where they pierced you.
Not only are my eyes
given proof,
but my hands as well.

Doubt,
is there a deeper blessing
to faith
when we believe without seeing?
Is there more intimacy
in our innocent trust
when we can't trace His wounds,
but know they are there?




copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

Friday, April 21, 2017

Where is Your Victory?

Death, where is your victory?
Where is your sting?
1 Corinthians 15:55

 
Death,
you have me no longer
in your withered grasp.
The lamb has been slain
and risen again
in more glory
than darkness will ever perceive. 

You have no victory.
He has defeated every effort made
against Him.
Your sting
is but a mild irritant,
because His tomb is empty.

Death,
you have no claim on me.
Break me,
fill me with vile disease,
still I will rise
to walk beside my Lord
in the garden once forsaken. 




copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr


Thursday, April 20, 2017

Promise of Protection (Psalm 3)

O Lord, how many are my foes!  They rise up against me;

Psalm 3:1 
 

They challenge Your promise,
saying You cannot protect me
from their desire to cause me harm,
but when their threats mount
You shield me.
You show me the path to victory.

I lie in the fields
at night,
like a shepherd with his sheep.
I rest soundly,
knowing You stand beside me Lord,
protecting me
from my enemies assault.

I am not afraid,
although I am one
and they are many.
For You hear my prayer of submission,
trusting,
You will save Your beloved.

Lord,
bless the people
You call Your own,
bring them victory
when defeat stalks them,
bring them peace
when their enemy brings war.



copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr