Here I periodically feature poetry expressing Christian faith and experience.
tucked into the comma-shaped hollow
of my warm safe tummy she
purrs in a whisper rattle
a hymn of contentment
I want to be
like this with Daddy God
losing myself in the
embracing punctuation of His immense form
to fling from me the sentences
and the quotations and the questions
to fall into His
to whisper a simple prayer
minus the alphabet
(c) 2007 DMS (Used by permission)
He Could Have Called God’s Angels
© 1992 Christopher Perdue
He could have called God’s angels – all the heavenly host,
But instead He chose to pay the price to save those that were lost.
He did not have to die – but as God he made the choice;
In spite of all we’ve done to Him, He showed He still loves us.
He could have called God’s angels, bearing righteous sword;
He could have ended all our lives with one awful word.
Every one of us has sinned and deserve the wrath of God -
But God, in Jesus, chose instead to pay with His own blood.