Three AM and Raining

Wash me with your rains Jehovah
Take the pain away
All the doubts and second-guessing
Weights of yesterday
How they gain an unearned stronghold
Darkening the mind
And their cousin, sad self-pity
Him I’ll often find
Robbing nights of Your refreshment
Tossing to and fro’
Fearing what might come with sunrise
Though You love me so.
Still the rains run down our drainpipe
Freshening the street
Others sleep and miss the moment
Father’s touch so sweet.
Seems to say “I too am crying
In the moment’s test.
Speak to Me, now what’s been hurting
You may have My best.”
Settled now, return to sleeping
Droplets bless the ground
Thank you Lord, this special visit
Turned my heart around.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

And We Are a Spectacle

And we are a spectacle

Coming last in the triumph

Of godless land-grabbers.

We wear animal skins

And sad countenance

While crowds on either side

Laugh and jeer.

“He trusted”, they say.

“She swore by her God.

Hah, God on this carnival day!”

And the music grates the senses

And the clowns’ grotesque smiles

Reek of perversion.

While we cry

Remembering Via Dolorosa

And the short-lived

Shame of our King.

He had it in Him

To despise the shame;

To look beyond

And climb the stairs

Of noble destiny.

So shall we.

Even now the costumes of contempt

Are dropping off

The fetters loosen.

Some from the sidelines

Even join our Cause.

And the King is surely up ahead.

Hallelujah.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

2 Corinthians 6: 4-10

Salmon Lead the Way

At the last salmon swim upriver triumphantly, displaying their richest colour. Rocks, cascades and predators notwithstanding.

Leaping, yes leaping

The goal is at the source

And not a rock

Or obstacle will

Stray you from your course.

The stream you know

Its thrilling flow

Now seems to push you back

But you must swim

Faith’s verve and vim

Renewing your attack.

And rapids show

Your prowess so

And glorious red of years

Gleams on your side

Complete this ride

The End becalms all fears.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

But Still…

I have bottomed out.
I have lost the day.
I have pain within;
I can scarcely pray.
I have watched dreams pale
In the time’s harsh gale.
I have few to help.
I am gaunt and pale.
But still I have the Lord…

But still I have the Lord,
And He picks me up
With the thought of Him.
And He brings His light
Where before ’twas dim.
And He makes me see
With new eyes of grace;
As His Kingdom comes,
And I find my place.
So sufficed, I have all.

James 5:

11Behold, we count them happy which endure. Ye have heard of the patience of Job, and have seen the end of the Lord; that the Lord is very pitiful, and of tender mercy.

 

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Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario