A Kiss

A Kiss

By Steve Loggins

10/9/2014

To kiss the face of one who loves us with unfailing love,

Is a privilege of the highest sort, a gift from God above,

A lover’s kiss can mean the world, a mother’s kiss can soothe

A stranger’s kiss is not comfortable, away from it we move,

But to kiss the face of Jesus, is a privilege none can claim,

Except for Judas Iscariot, betrayal is his fame.

It seems so strange that a kiss should be the signal of that deed,

It makes you wonder how it worked to fulfill God’s prophecies.

A kiss should be a sign of love, affection, and of joy,

Instead of darkened deeds of lust, a kiss should not destroy.

To kiss the one who loves us all for a purpose dark and bad,

Is an affront to love’s own dignity, it makes the viewers mad,

To think that such a simple act could set in motion death,

To the lover of the kisser’s soul, to the one who paid our debt.

I’m just a foolish writer, with a modest intellect,

But even I can tell you, that a kiss should never wreck

A person’s life, a person’s home, a person’s livelihood,

But a foolish kiss can do it, a kiss misunderstood.

So take your care to kiss the ones who love you in return,

And never with a motive that other’s can’t discern.

Moonlight through a Stained Glass Window

8/13/14

I opened my eyes to see a blurred image on the floor,

Confused at first, I had to think, I needed to know more.

It was just the moonlight shining through my bedroom window panes,

A window made of colored glass, a window that’s been stained.

It hit me then, the compilation that those factors made,

Reveals to me my character, of how I have betrayed.

I am the moonlight shining down, a reflection of The Son,

I am the glass that’s stained by sin, fractured and redone.

But most of all, I am the blurred image of God’s grace,

It is no wonder others toil to see His Loving Face

 In me.

Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem

Horace, poet of ages past, reminds us "seize the day",
Make the most of life before we die and fly away,

The Talmud also goads us "if not now, then when"?
Instilling in us an urgency of living now, not then.

Those who choose the creed of pleasure or fulfillment in one's work,
Are doomed to disappointment, both fail to be enough

For the day is short and full of pain, or joy, or something else,
A dullness creeps within the vale, the golden moment melts

Like ice in boiling water, it vanishes and dies,
our life is but a vapor, says the preacher, over lies

That today is all we have to live, so live it without care,
A trap that is, of making much of temporary fare.

There is a Day Eternal, where time itself stands still,
We seize that day through faith in God, according to His will.

Poets die, and so do all who try to seize the day,
but there's a Cross outside of time, seize it to live always.

"Passion"

Great

Drops

Of Blood

Flow  down  in  Love  and  mercy

Parched  lips  cry  out  for  water

The

Bread

Of Life

Is

broken

for

Men

to eat

and

Live

Forever.

Conquest

By Steve Loggins

2/27/13

Light meets darkness and collides in space, 

a wind results rushing every place,

Overcome by photons and astrons  so bright, 

the darkness flees before the light.

Yet where no light is, darkness will reign, 

the shadow world claiming a majority frame.

A creeping change has taken place, 

a retreat of light in an increasing pace,

The shadow lands are growing large, 

and light condenses before the charge

Of stygian night with powerful force, 

threatening to snuff out the smoldering voice

Of right and wrong, of bad and good, 

we fail to see  what in light we once could.

Yet light condensed, a laser becomes, 

with pinpoint accuracy igniting the sun,

And light resumes in quickening speed, 

dispelling the darkness, revealing our need

For God.

Thankful

Thankful

11/15/2012

by Steve Loggins

Of all the things I'm thankful for,

of all the things I love,

I cannot help but linger on

what God sent from above.

His Precious Son named Jesus,

His Blood shed on Calvary,

His sweet Holy Spirit within us,

His written Word living in me.

His Promises of life forever,

The stories of His grace,

He's with me in all my endeavors,

I know His loving arms' embrace.

I love my family, friends, and kin,

I'm thankful for my wife.

But next to Him, they can't begin

to fill up all my life.

I'm thankful for His calling,

I'm thankful for His love,

I'm thankful that my God and King

redeemed with His blood.

The mundane things we think about

when we often bow and pray,

Are temporal and soon wear out

in the turning of our days.

But there are things eternal,

these I'm thankful for,

His peace in me supernal,

His life forevermore.

God is good, this we know,

For our Bibles tell us so,

Those of us that to Him belong

should be thankful all year long.

Deception

Deception

By Steve Loggins

10/5/2012

A wooden horse called friendship hides within its hollow frame,

A Captain of the Enemy, Deception is his name.

With him, hidden in the dark, poised and coiled to strike,

Are other foes named “lies” and “false”, a host of them alike.

Crouched and ready to kill and maim those that let them in,

Self-Indulgence takes the point to kill the guards within.

Rationalization finds the king and tells him all is well,

While all around him sentries fall to silent knives of hell.

The castle’s taken with nary a shot, the Enemy has won

A victory for sin and death, a heartache for God’s Son.

The King is taken, the Queen is held, in chains of Hate’s despair

The wooden horse is empty now, the kingdom now aware.

Betrayal snaps to attention, to report the job is done,

Deception shows a crafty smile, and barks they’ve only halfway won.

“There’s more to do, there’s more to snare”, he tells his elite troop

“So get back out and do your job, we’ve more enemies to dupe”

“Resistance to our fiendish plans will come with dawning day,

We must make ready to resist the Truth and carry all captives away.”

“We must guard our chains of Hate, forged by Anger, Pain and Lies,

There is no room for Mercy here, watch out for Grace’s spies.”

The orders given, the prisoners chained together in a line,

And marched toward the gates of Hell, away from Hope Divine.

It seems like all is going well in Satan’s covert plan,

To undermine the Grace of God, and condemn His failing man.

But breaking on the darkened path, comes Courage, Truth, & Love

With winging swords of Mercy, Grace, and Justice from above.

“Let them go! They’re free indeed, by Blood they cannot die”,

Says Jesus, Captain of the Host, who strangles every Lie.

Deception snarls and cowers back, but rallies in defiance,

“They forged these chains themselves, you know, I only hold alliance

And claim the right of victory because the law is sure

That sin and death will now prevail, this work is now secure”

“Away with You! Away with Hate! Away with Sin and Death!

I fought that fight on Calvary’s brow, you lost as I gave my final breath!”

“These slaves are Mine! They sometimes fail to be all that they can be

But you have no right to drag them to Hell, I say that they are free.”

And with this word, the chains dissolve in light and harmony,

While Satan’s hosts turn tail and run with shrieks of cacophony.

The captives kneel and thank the King who will always set them free,

If they but pray and bow to Him, and come on bended knee.