a poem

sometimes I think-
things go my way,
“I will do it when I want to do it”,
“I get what I want when I want it”
“The world goes at my pace”
I try to bend and turn and twist to make things be how I want them to be
--I feel as if I am on a mountain top

But what a stubborn, arrogant lie!
An ugly, corrupting thought
--the pride of man in its perfect state
Let these viscous notions that plant themselves in the very core of our being
Be subdued and driven away

For pride destroys and breaks to pieces
All that is good and true and love
It tears apart and separates
All that is beautiful
--Relationships of souls

It masquerades as power and respect
But is the measure of God’s wrath
--Despicable and mocking of His holiness

Oh what are men that we should boast?
And in what, that we can be proud?
And who are we, to prefer something else
Than the reality God has made?

Let us bend our knees,
And not forget our depravity
--And his majesty
Let us bow our heads in humility
Let us cry for grace,
--To our king



K.E.H.

paul

K.E.H.

at the beach

K.E.H.

come thou fount

"Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.

Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I'm come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above."


This amazes me...that Jesus pursues us by his grace when we wander from God!

K.E.H.