I Quesse Ednella - Homeschool Blogger

No Wrath Left For Me

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 07:52:00 -0500

Jesus in the garden stared into a brimming cup;
The cup contained His Father's wrath which boiled in the cup.
The cup, the cup, contained the wrath
Which boiled in the cup.

Jesus on the cross, He hung enduring all the shame;
The shame was borne to save the world which writhed under the shame.
The shame, the shame, was borne to save
Which writhed under the shame.

Jesus, in His death He purchased the grace to buy us back;
Redemption fee, His life, He gave . . . and just to buy us back.
Us back, us back, redemption fee
And just to buy us back.

I am, in my salvation, reconciled with God at last!
I know for sure that Jesus bore the wrath for me, at last!
At last, at last, I know for sure
There's none for me at last!

Original composition, 14 April 2009.

Isaiah 6:1-8

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 18:20:00 -0500

Enthroned, exalted, extolled.
Six-winged, around God, worshipers.
Face, feet, flew.
Holy! Holy! Holy!

Shook, voice, smoke -
Woe! lost! man!
Unclean-lips, unclean-people, unclean-eyes.
Holy! Holy! Holy!

Burning, taken, altar,
Touched his mouth,
Cleansed from guilt -
Holy! Holy! Holy!

Yahweh-God spoke,
"Who will go?"
"Here am I!"
Holy! Holy! Holy!

Original composition, March 2009.

Redemption's Anthem

Tue, 9 Dec 2008 06:50:00 -0600

God, our Maker

Sin, our Failure

Christ, our Saviour

Faith, our Answer

New life, new life. . . His cost

Oh, new life

From such a pain

At such a cost.

His Grace

Shines from the cross.

--Original Composition, December 2008

A Poem by George Herbert

Fri, 22 Aug 2008 19:29:00 -0500

THE DAWNING

WAKE, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns ;
Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth ;
Unfold thy forehead, gathered into frowns ;
Thy Saviour comes, and with Him mirth :
Awake, awake,
And with a thankful heart His comforts take.
But thou dost still lament, and pine, and cry,
And feel His death, but not His victory.

Arise, sad heart ; if thou dost not withstand,
Christ's resurrection thine may be ;
Do not by hanging down break from the hand
Which, as it riseth, raiseth thee :
Arise, Arise;
And with His burial linen drie thine eyes.
Christ left His grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
Draws tears or blood, not want a handkerchief.

I am sorry I have not written anything myself; I've been immersing myself in some poetry reading this summer, and I've finished Milton's Paradise Lost and am on to Herbert's The Temple. I hope you enjoyed this poem. The last two lines were so vivid to me!

All The Tears

Wed, 21 May 2008 12:25:00 -0500

All the tears in all the world
   can never bring him back.
All the pain from all the years
   will still be found to lack.

Oh winding path, oh dying friend,
   come back, come back, come back!
But all the tears in all the world
   will never bring him back.

A sad-sad poem that came to my mind while watching Lord of the Rings, contemplating what Theodred's death must have meant to Eowyn. Original composition, May 2008.

The Irrefutable Proof that I am Indeed a Klutz

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 20:07:00 -0500

Any of my fellow team members at Chick-fil-A could tell you that I am clumsy. I drop trays, spill drinks, and make half of the messes I clean up. But last night came the irrefutable evidence that I am indeed a klutz.

As Providence would have it, only two people were scheduled to close frontline our free standing unit. One offered to drive me home if I would stay and help. So I okayed the extra hour and a half with Mike the Manager and my parents. Then I began mopping. Almost as soon as I had started, Manager Mike reminded me that I had not yet taken my mandatory half hour break. So I clocked out and Bekah (the girl closing with me) mopped while I ate and read Systematic Theology. When the half-hour had elapsed, I reclaimed the mop and finished the section.

Just as I wheeled the mop and bucket behind the counter, Bekah burst through the door leading to the back with the second mop bucket brimming with suds. I informed Bekah that the only remaining chore in the dining room was emptying the garbages. Then I steared my gear around the dishes piled on the floor and headed for the mop sink. Before dumping the filthy water, I always take the mop and wringer out and set them on the sink's plastic grate. That's when things got a little. . . intersting.

Before you could say "Aha!" water came out of nowhere with the express purpose of drenching me. It jumped back eight feet and watched in stupified awe as water ricocheted off the ceiling, dousing several nearby boxes. I blinked through my water streaked glasses, dazed. As I became aware that the floor was becoming quite wet and slick, I lurched over to the sink again and turned the knob to the off position. The water stopped.

Silence reigned.

Zach, who was washing dishes, blankly stared. I think I stood there with my mouth open till Mike, Josh, and Bekah came running to see what on earth I had done now. Luis and Marianna, kitchen workers, were oblivious. Suddenly, my laughter, and embarassment, tumbled out.

"Why do these things always happen to me?" I asked no one in particular. I snatched some paper towels and dried my glasses. Mike roared with laughter, Bekah tried to figure out what had caused the sudden torrent, and Josh inspected the mess. Zach asked if the water had been hot, and it if had burnt me.

It was almost as if someone had played the age-old trick of rubber banding a hose so that an unsuspecting person would find himself wet. But no, only a klutz would be so klutzy. And I am indeed just that--a klutz.

Loved You, Love You

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 11:26:00 -0600

Dedicated to Kelly.

Much to live for, many who love you;
You would live for all who need you;
Kelly P--, we loved you, love you,
In our hearts you live forever.

Full of joy and full of living,
Full of fire and full of giving,
Full of love and filled by loving,
Kelly P--, we loved you. . . love you. . .

Original composition, January 2008.

Feeling Blue and White

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 10:35:00 -0600

I've tried in vain to find the lyrics to a really cool song I heard at Chick-fil-A, so the bold part of this poem is not my own work, but I can't offer a proper citation. My apologies. I hope you know what it feels like to feel blue, and then "white"--purely surrounded by Jesus' love!!

   Sighing for the love afar,
And crying in my wounded heart,
And hoping for a soul who cares
To hear confessions, make things new.

   Facing all the pressing crowd,
And shutting out the noises loud,
And searching for a place to rest . . .
Besides those piercing blue-grey eyes.

Truth leaves no denying this--
The ever-now long-dreaded "bliss"--
That by these two I'm quick pursued,
Still, there's a void of heart to fill.

   Whispering first, Love flows,
And flows, and flows out from my heart.

Because, You know, You know, when my eyes are open,
You know, You know, when my heart is broken,
You know, You know everything, everything about me,
And You still love me, Jesus!"

The Problem of Goodness

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 12:57:00 -0600

I know this poem is way-simplistic for me, but I found only simple words to express from my simple-minded point of view a miracle to wonderful for me, something too lofty for me to attain. This poem is proof that I am not a genius.

God is Love, God is Good;
man is wrong, man's Un-good.
There's a problem, don't you see:
How can I forgiven be?

God is Strong, God is Just
man is weak, man's Un-just.
Evil's not the problem here--
How can man and God be near?

God's Son Jesus, God with us;
God's Son Jesus died for us.
That's how God, the Good and Whole,
Bought redemption for my soul.

I hope that you will understand
How God's unbound by our command.
Sovereign Abba rules the day,
Reigns eternal: come what may.

Original composition, December 2007.

Prepare to Marvel

Wed, 5 Dec 2007 20:07:00 -0600

Dedicated to Dr. Bruce Ware, who taught me how to marvel at my God! If you ever read this, Dr. Ware, I would ~~enjoy~~ love a comment!!

Prepare to marvel at thy God--
Though He's above, He cometh down.
Prepare to wonder at thy God--
Though He's High King, you wear a crown.

Which of your treasures did you not
Receive from Abba's own right hand?
Which transient blessing did you not
Perceive would change from gold to sand?

Prepare to marvel at thy God--
For He exists eternally.
Prepare to marvel at thy God--
For He redeems supernally.

Who's there among you equal to
Behold all His magnificence?
Who's there among you able to
Take hold of His ambivalence?

Prepare to marvel at thy God!

-finis-

Original composition, November and December 2007.