So – my New Years resolution is to blog more this year. I started blogging about a year ago, and have been sporadic at best.

What’s your resolution?

This is a poem that I just read today. It is called The Letter, and was written by A. Grant. I couldn’t find anything online about this Mr. Grant, not even his first name. If any of you know who it is, or have anything more by him, could you post it in the comments?

Dear Friend,

How are you? I just had to send a note to tel you how much I care about you.

I saw you yesterday as you were talking with your friends. I waited all day hoping you would want to talk with me too. I have you a sunset to close your day and a cool breeze to rest you – and I waited. You never came. It hurt me – but I still love you because I am your friend.

I saw you sleeping last night and longed to touch your brow so I spooled moonlight upon your face. Again I waited, wanting to rush down so we could talk. I have so many gifts for you! You awoke and rushed off to work. My tears were in the rain.

If you would on listen to me! I love you! I try to tell you in the bile skied and in the quiet green grass. I whisper it in leaves on the trees and breathe it in colors of flowers, shout it to you in the mountain streams, give the birds love songs to sing. I clothe you with warm sunshine and perfume the air with nature scents. My love for you is deeper than the ocean, and bigger than the biggest need in your heart! Ask me! Talk with me! Please don’t forget me. I have so much to share with you!

I won’t hassle you any further. It is YOUR decision. I have chosen you and I will wait – I love you.

Your Friend,
JESUS

The poem below was written on August 5th, 2007, just 2 months before my graduation from the RU Schools of Discipleship. It is titled “The Exchange.”

Give me a heart that is like Thy own,
One made of flesh and not of stone,
One that would love as Thou hast loved,
One that would do what Thou woulds’t do,
One that can bless and help and give,
One that in Thy presence would live,
One that others could see from afar,
One that would place a burden in their heart,
To receive a heart that is like Thy own,
Exchanging, for flesh, their heart of stone.

Don’t know why, but I keep pulling up old poems that I have written and feel compelled to share them here with you all. This was written about halfway through my time at the RU Men’s School of Discipleship in Rockford. It is titled “Calling.”

One day God’s love made me see,
What His love could do for me,
It saved me from the deepest hell,
And Gave His Spirit, His love to tell,
To a sinful dieing world, all lost,
I’ll declare to them, what ere the cost,
That His love can pay it all,
It only at His cross they’ll fall.

I wrote this poem on March 30, 2007 – the day before I came into the Reformers Unanimous Men’s School of Discipleship in Rockford, Il. It is a true reflection of how I feel much of the time. It is called “Wandering.”

Wandering in my wilderness,
Bearing my own strife,
Searching, ever searching for,
A draught of Spirit-life,
To gain a Breath from heaven,
My lone desire here,
I long to know my Savior,
To feel His presence near.

Wanting to know my Savior,
I kneel to Him and pray,
“Dear Father, draw me nearer,
Show what blocks the way!”
Then sins, He shows me many,
And breaks my prideful heart,
Revealing IT as the one from whence,
All sin has its start.