About

Doug Blair lives in Waterloo, Ontario with his wife Hilary (blaredub@gmail.com). Two grown children, Lauren and Jordan, have left the nest under happy circumstances. Inspirational Gospel blogger since 2009. Poet. Nature hiker. One -time lawyer. Heavy metal factory worker. Newsboy for Jesus.

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Chiming

 

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The chime downstairs reminds me

Of still more time to sleep

And last hour’s thoughts a banquet

Of reverence rich and deep.

Those times when only God could move

But I had clung to self

A desperate prayer got through the cracks

And Mercy’s matchless wealth.

Some poems reviewed

And times when words

Had flowed from His great Heart

With nothing mine I flipped the page

Just waiting for His start.

And come He does

As here and now

Surprising me from sleep.

For coming days with sweat or strain

Might I this converse keep.

 

 

 

Heart Changing Overthrow

 

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Had it pretty good
Beautiful young wife
Nifty job posting
Striving to make a name
In small town Ontario.
News traveled fast
New guy on the block
Deserves a chance they said.
But years passed
Slippery situations
Skirted around.
Baby daughter
An amazing development
Smiling and strolling her
Beautiful before the neighbours.
But debt nagging.
Disappointments
In lawyer work also.
Why the persistent
Lump in the throat
And disturbed nights?
All not well
Church attendance just routine.
…But messages began.

A sweet young blonde woman exhorting.

An accountant with gleaming eyes

A policeman said to prophesy

A lonely drive in the country

Turned heavenly with sunburst

Upon a field of alfalfa.

Poems by Longfellow.

Psalms by David.

And the name Jesus
Jesus Jesus
Coming from all directions.
My money shortages
Lost in priority unto
The troubling debt of sin
About to be discharged.
The burning of the mortgage
On the heart…my heart.

Job’s suffering story and the promise of an advocate/daysman. (Ch. 9)

Romans 8 seeming to fill so many potholes.Yes Grace free and precious in the Spirit.

Cutting huge divots in the fairway hiked so long.
And a liberating walk
Down that sawdust aisle in Kitchener.
A brother Christian. Praying.
For real. For good.

Boasting on a wonderful Elder Brother.

 

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He’s a Father

 

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So stuck on form

And holy words

The conversation strained

Will He oblige

In this dark need

With all its tears and pain?

The Old Book showed

A God who fought

And judgment hard imposed

For Israel’s need

And witchcraft’s end

And storms for those opposed.

But He has always shared

The heart of Spirit and of Son

And how He wept

At Calvary’s pain

And watched His Son undone.

And every chat on Galilee’s shore

With happy children warmed

Showed Father’s love

Just like His Son’s

And all our dread disarmed.

 

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