Whatever the Path…Worth It


Instruments of Change



“And souls of men”

The wicked City reeks

With every kind of trade

From food to gems

To bondage Commerce made.

But God sees all

And “hisses” for relief

And makes a man, or two

His vessels ending grief.

And they are caught

As in the vise of love

And work, scarce known,

Deliverance from above.

Oh find some way

And make it clear

To these now

Faltering eyes;

Dear Father

My own small part

In Mercy’s Enterprise.


(Zechariah 9: 8-12)

(Zechariah 10: 5-9)

Oh Dummy!


So here comes

The embarrassment

The second guessing

I let go of something

To few friends

Something awkward

But with the nudge

Of the Spirit.

What about error?

About hurt feelings?

Doug just pack it all


Stew upon it.

But Father of the Most High

Are you still pushing?

OK I will release it.

The burden I mean.

In confidence and selectively.

Your ways are above mine

Perhaps further down the rod.

And again there is rest.