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What Will You Say?
Walk about Zion, go around her, count her towers, consider well her ramparts, view her citadels, that you may tell of them to the next generation. For this God is our God for ever and ever; he will be our guide even to the end. Psalm 48:12-14 What will you say When you visit my fortress, When you pass through my gates Once riddled with war? What will you say When you approach the bulwark, Where princes once raised Their battle cry? What will you say When you circle my ruins, The place I once sheltered As enemies charged? What will you say When you examine the rubble, When you climb ancient stones, Foundation of my fortress? What will you say… Read More
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Hope for a Saturday Morning Song
The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He takes me to lush pastures, he leads me to refreshing water. He restores my strength. Psalm 23:1-3 Hope for a Saturday Morning Song A song hums low Behind the noise Beneath the chaos Invitation to joy. A narrated song With video I see the images A picture show. A happy list Of things to do Not things I must But only want to. Visit the garden shop Choose some roses Linger among Violets and posies. Make an oasis Privacy screen With roses for walls I’ll sip my tea. Meet a friend For no good reason Except for revelry In blooming season. Make good bread Knead it… Read More
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Little Seed
for so many little acorns waiting in the dark. Little Seed Silent little seed Deep in the dark Buried. Decaying little seed All that you once were Decomposed. Surrendered little seed Still and waiting Hoping. Poor little seed Silence stretching long Inertia. Surprised little seed Life is thrumming through you Upward. Tough little seed Pushing through your casket Breakthrough. Blinded little seed Emerging into brilliance Light. Growing little seed Stretching to the heavens Free. Big little seed Towering in sunshine Rooted. God’s little seed Oak of righteousness Honored. [bctt tweet="Hold on, little seed. There's mighty power inside you. Hold on. #transformation" username="audreycfrank"] @audreycfrank Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash Read More
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How
For Peeps "For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11 How can I be okay if you are not? It feels like some part of me is lost. We always held hands when we were afraid; Together we were exceedingly brave. Today I felt I was twelve again, Holding your hand as we made a plan, Fear thrumming in our veins like some wild drummer, While fireflies emerged on that evening in summer. But we are both now far past twelve; I look in your eyes and remind myself, We know something we did not know then; The Lord… Read More
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He Has Risen
He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.’ Matthew 28:6-7 Today I visited the place where my loss once lay, Yet the tomb of my trauma was empty. Where death should have been Where I know it once was, There was no death to see. The voice of the angel Startled me, Jolted me out of my confused reverie, Your loss has risen From the dead, Your Lord has gone ahead. Now you rise, Wipe those tears from your eyes, Hope again, Run again, Go and… Read More
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The Wildness of Your Presence
Written from a hidden ranch deep in the Kenyan mountains as my husband and I sat in Jesus' presence for examen among the wild creatures. The Wildness of Your Presence Sometimes Your presence is a wild place. Air thrumming with life Wildness As if I emerged into a sacred wilderness Where You and Your wild things Commune. I am the tame one here, The one who thinks Instead of abiding, Who sits Instead of flying. The common Kenyan pigeon Perches nearby Curiously appraising my composure, Inviting me to decompose. Goats meander through A dry river bed, Their bells tinkling As they forage along the ravine. Your food is there waiting for them. Monkeys chatter, Clamber along the acacia, Stopping… Read More
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Silence I Can’t Hear You
He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. (Psalm 107:29-30). Silence, you elusive friend; Doors are creaking, keyboards tapping, I can’t hear you. Let me settle at the sunny table in the kitchen; Perhaps there I will find you for a few moments. No! Pans are banging, dishes clanging; The annoying crinkle of plastic bags; Hands searching for breakfast pastries. Maybe in the corner of the living room, Here in this tiny dwelling, By the window; (Silence and sunshine please!) Oh no! Not here. The whine of saws in the next room, As builders make a wall, Or tear one down. The crash of planks outside, Dropped from the heights, To the busy street below. Where… Read More
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Follow Far
No Scar? Hast thou no scar? No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand? I hear thee sung as mighty in the land; I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star. Hast thou no scar? Hast thou no wound? Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent, Leaned me against a tree to die, and rent By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned. Hast thou no wound? No wound? No scar? Yet as the Master shall the servant be, And, pierced are the feet that follow Me. But thine are whole; can he have followed far Who has nor wound nor scar? -Amy Carmichael From Mountain Breezes: The Collected Poems of Amy Carmichael (Fort Washington, PA: Christian Literature Crusade, 1999),… Read More
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A Lament for Our Children Part One
I see you, blossom of mine, in the darkness. …my companions have become darkness. Psalm 88, I Cry Out Day and Night Before You, verse 18 Our children want to die, and their companions have become darkness. We thought that if we did everything right, if we trained them in the way they should go, if we instructed their hearts in Truth, they would be safe. Such cruel untruth. I am aware at this moment of no less than eight children who have had suicidal ideations or attempted to take their own lives in recent weeks. Their parents are all Christian leaders whom I know and love, people who live the gospel. The mental health crisis among our children is growing in strength and velocity. Like the Psalmist,… Read More
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You Went Ahead of Me
You did it again! You went ahead of me. I thought I was a messenger, Sent to tell them about You. But You had already come; Prepared hearts— Expectant, Hopeful. He looked at me And said, I feel like I’ve met you before. Like I’ve known you a very long time. As we read Your Words together, Spoke of mutual pain And the comfort You give, He remembered. I felt this way in a dream once. Silently awestruck— Weeping Tears of Joy, Listening as he described How You came. Dressed in white (Every story is the same!) You appeared, Laid Your hand upon the shoulder Of a broken-hearted father. Comfort Peace Healing Hope. I woke… Read More