The Glory of Him

(with thanks to Pastor Jerrel Brown for the Inspiration)

The

   Glory

    of Him

   based on

  Romans

8:18

In all  who know  Him, those  He  saves

Resides  His  Glory, half  hidden  away

 At times it peeks out, whenever we hide

Ourselves  behind  what’s  really  inside

His Glory, His nature, His unfailing love

Endued  in  us  from  His  Spirit  above

We’re suffering now in  this world  of sin

but His Glory in us shall be fully seen then

The Glory of  Him who made us  again

His Image restored by His gospel plan

A Son whose  blood was  shed for all

that listen and hear and heed His call

His Glory, His Glory, His Glory, in us

Not of ourselves, our best will disgust

The Holy  One of  Glory, with  light all around

His Glory in Us, a race made from the ground

Whenever  we  let  out  His  Glory  so  bright

We find that our thinning will lessen the night

The darkness will flee from His bright shining Glory

The world  will  see  power  in  those  who  are Holy

So yield, let Him shine,  put  down  your  flesh

His Glory, His Power, His strength will refresh

His Glory,  His Glory,  His Glory,  that’s all

His Glory remains, when we learn to be small.

         

Omniscience

* I wrote this poem over a year ago - on a computer that has had it's share of problems booting up -  I finally got the computer working and found this poem which I had forgotten I had written and never found its way to anything other than an inactive hard drive  -so I thought I would post it today.  It is from a time when I was in a dark mood, as evidenced by only one positive line (the final line) in the whole poem -

Omniscience

By Steve Loggins 6/16/09

Naked before the Lord we kneel, our putrid state is soon revealed

To everyone else, He already sees – our utter existence of depravity

The best we are is leprosy, the whited spots of misery

No wholesomeness will e’er be seen, our mistaken attempts at dignity

What fools we are who will not see that no good thing resides in me

In you, in us; we cannot tell, that the best we do still warrants Hell.

He sees, He knows, He orchestrates, all events that seal our fate

Tho' we might try to wage debate, we still have sin written on our slate 

No mortal mind can comprehend the vastness of it all

The world that was, that we have now resulting from The Fall

Nor what will be because He deigned to drink the bitter gall

Of the Father’s wrath against our sin – He left Heaven’s hall

He knew it then, He knows it now, His suffering foretold

So man might leave this wicked place to walks the streets of Gold.

End of the Rope

by Steve Loggins

6/20/2010

Hand over hand, with legs intertwined,

my grip is so tired, I almost lose hope,

“Is there a rescue?”, I’ve almost resigned

to give it all up and let go of the rope.

Onward and upward or downward it seems,

I’ve lost all sense of direction,

a little gain, a little loss, no time for dreams,

only a struggling correction.

And suddenly, there’s no more rope,

no knots on which to climb or rest,

“What now?’ I ask, as I flailingly grope

for anything that I might possess.

The end of the rope.... I’ve heard of this

but I’ve never been here before,

Some think it hangs over a dark abyss

while others hope that there’s more

I look around and see no aid,

no ground on which to stand,

My helplessness makes me afraid

of where I now might land.

My strength is gone, I must let go

and fall to who knows where

My terror of the unknown grows

so on I cling and say a prayer.

“Can you help me?”, I meekly ask,

“I cannot hold much longer”

His answer comes, “You must let go.”

I only hold on stronger.

“Let go”, He says, “trust Me to save”

He whispers in my ear

“But what if You fail?...and only the grave

is left for me, as I fear”

“Let go”, He says, “and let me do

what only I can do”

So I let go... and soar on through

to skies of golden rainbow hues.

Mortality

Mortality

6/11/10

The pressing of the hands in rhythm on the prone man’s chest

is followed by a pinching nose and aid with rapid breath

On and on the deed is done until there is no hope

that a beat will resume in a now stilled heart – we are left to cope

With mortality

We fear to recognize the truth that we all one day will die

Our hearts will stop, our breath will cease, a final closing of the eyes

What then? we muse, we ponder; desiring that there’s more

than just the closing of the grave; we want, instead, a door

To a life that’s free from burdens, struggles, and the pain

that comes from living in a world that needs creating again

We have The Word that tells us, that when we finish here

There’s more to do, more to see, and more to accomplish there

Unencumbered by our mortal flesh, our spirit shall renew

With wonders unimaginable, with cosmic joys debuted

We fear the day that we shall die, it’s normal, I suppose

But mortal man – Immortal God – we often juxtapose

And we have the promise of the One who died and yet He lives

That we too will live outside of time - Eternal life He gives.

Mistaken Dreams

Mistaken Dreams

5/13/2010

By Steve Loggins

The Dream becomes a nightmare that has swallowed up all joy,

Mistaken deeds that can’t be hid by argument or ploys.

Justifying wrong actions cannot undo damage done

To friend and family and self; in truth, no one has won

We fancy that we know what’s best

What should be done to help the rest

We set a course we then pursue which should lead to Harbors fair

Yet our compass is flawed, our ship is doomed to sail into despair

With pleasant thoughts we hoist the main to catch a wind to sail

Only to find our canvas torn to tatters by a raging gale

The vision that we once held dear morphs into morbid truth

We thought a lie could spare us from the wrath we now endure

It was wrong to call it right, to do the deeds that grieve the Light

Though we try with all our might, the die is cast that brings on night.

Lash ourselves to the mizzen main to stay the course through stormy rains

There’s hell to pay 'til we attain through angry waves to what remains

A sunny day, a hopeful shore, a port where we can dock,

It all dissolves in bitter tears at the sounding of the clock

That wakens us from pleasant dreams back to reality

For we ride the storms that we create in foolish mortality

With kudos to and apologies to Joyce Kilmer for the plagerism:

"The Tree"

I think that I will never see

A tree as lovely as Calvary.

Where mercy’s love was crushed and pressed

By sin’s defeat, now we are blessed.

A Man looks to heaven, that awful day,

“Forgive them”, were the words He prays;

A Crown of Thorns, this Man now wears,

With Blood mingled down upon His hair,

Upon whose Bosom, John once lay,

Now a whip has lashed flesh away,

Sin was made by fools like me,

But only God made Calvary.

Games

Games

By Steve Loggins

3/3/10

We love to play, we love our games, we cannot live without

Some games to play, for many folks – it’s what’s life’s all about.

Some games are fun, some games are hard, some games are made to lose,

A game you cannot win is wrong, yet many want to choose

A challenge that they strive against, yet cannot ever win

But give me a game with a clear cut goal, with victory built within.

Word games, sports games, child games, card games,

Mind games, dangerous games, stupid games, Video games

Fantasy games, dating games, people games, power games

Love games, hate games, jealous games, friendly games

So many games that people play, with many reasons too

The thrill of the game or just to play, others want it to be through

The end of the game can be victory or the acrid taste of defeat

Or neither one; an experience that can, instead, be bittersweet.

Is life a game? A cosmic toss of dice or turning card?

Or is it more? Does it even count? Is living much too hard?

For it seems we all must lose the game, like tetris slamming down

Death trumps our ace, the rook wins the hand, his checker gets the crown

But there is more – the game is on – death does not win the hand

For the game continues on with life in an everlasting land

We have the promise that death will die – and we will not again

See suffering or the pain of life, our game will shout “Amen!”