Climbing Rainbows

"Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all the living creatures of every kind on the earth." -Genesis 9:16

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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

The One In A Million Guy

This poem is based on a poem I wrote 5 1/2 years ago. It is a reminder to me of the lack of faith that I too often have.
I've been realizing lately that we humans tend to be pessimistic, especially when it comes to relationships that have gone downhill. But we need to remember that we have a miracle worker who is aiding us, and His work is the ministry of reconciliation.

The One In A Million Guy

I find myself so quick to see
The tiny row of pebbles
As a giant wall of stone,
So quick to turn around,
Believing the wall too tall
To climb over;
The chances of scaling another wall,
Of surviving another fall,
Seem like one in a million,
So I retrace my steps, thinking
That evil has already won.
But one is at my side
Who is a one in a million type of guy:
He has fed thousands
With one boy’s lunch,
Gave healing to the sick,
Sight to the blind,
And who is living again though he died—
If I take will his hand,
And give another try,
I’ll see the impossible
Become possible.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Across the Ocean

This is a new composition of a poem I wrote in 2001 after a friend that we had gotten close to stepped out of our lives.

Across the Ocean

A bed of sapphires meets the sky
As far as human eye can see;
No hint of your departure lingers,
Across the waves I see no green—

And yet I know you’re out there somewhere,
A heart that wandered far from home,
And now my heart is longing for you—
It traces every step you’ve roamed;

Content no longer to stand by,
I leap into my small canoe,
I’ll paddle to the sunset, friend,
If at the end I’ll row to you.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Among the Stars

I decided to go through some of my old poems and rewrite some of them that contain good ideas but are not written very well. Here is one of the first ones I rewrote.

Among the Stars

From the valley comes the plea,
From a soul that needs a savior,
From these eyes that cannot see,
From a heart that begs a favor,

Longing for a taste of sky,
Needing aid to ease what hurts me—
Will you see the tears I cry?
Please, I beg you—don’t desert me—

Now He gives me more than sought,
Taking me so very far;
Farther than my highest thoughts,
Placing me among the stars…

Thursday, February 15, 2007


This poem is for friends who seem to be trapped in a mindset that is leading them down the wrong path.


I see the creek flow gently by,
I watch the leaves which drift along,
With prayers I seek to change the course,
But still naïve, they won’t turn ’round;

I see them drifting towards their doom,
Aware there’s no way I can save them—
I see no shift, as hope is dying,
The creek will flow till all is lost…

But in my fears I had forgotten
The greater sum that love provides;
For ever near, the hand of love
Will pluck them from the doom they face.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Broken Shells

We live in a world full of people who need a savior...

Broken Shells

The beaches hold uncounted pieces
Of all remaining from the storms:
The shells that once held life, now shattered
A tale of pain told by the years…

The surf sings dirges for each shell,
The moon looks down on each who died,
But they can’t turn the pages back,
Or turn around the ones who come…

You say that love is victor here?
But why are broken hearts so many?
Yet as these doubts have plagued my soul,
There then awoke a ray of hope:

The broken shells will soon be whole,
And death is doomed to strike no more,
For one will mend our shattered hearts
Who broke the tomb, and death itself!

Monday, February 05, 2007

The Foundation of Happiness

We have a tendency to look for happiness in many places - in fame, in wealth, in pleasure, in sports, etc. - but we can only find true happiness in Christ.

The Foundation of Happiness

The sand we build our houses on
Can come in any color known;
The blues of fame, the reds of wealth,
And also many in between—

Regardless of which shade we choose,
Our house won’t stand when storms have come,
The waves will tear our lives apart
For sand is sand, in blue or red.

But I have found a base of stone
With room for all who choose to build—
Construct your happiness on it,
And it won’t fall, whatever comes—

It’s Christ who is the cornerstone
Which will not fail when waves attack;
If we find joy upon this rock,
Then we’ll prevail through all life’s storms.