At the beginning of the Lenten season, I shared a poem I wrote a couple of years ago for a project a friend headed. This is another artistic reflection for that same project, only specifically written for Good Friday. I actually wrote this poem before being approached for this project, but I shared it there …
"Wash me, and dry these bitter tears, O let my heart no further roam, ’Tis Thine by vows, and hopes, and fears. Long since—O call Thy wanderer home; To that dear home, safe in Thy wounded side, Where only broken hearts their sin and shame may hide."
“Yes—deep within and deeper yet The rankling shaft of conscience hide,Quick let the swelling eye forget The tears that in the heart abide.Calm be the voice, the aspect bold, No shuddering pass o’er lip or brow,For why should Innocence be told The pangs that guilty spirits bow? “The loving eye that watches thine Close as …
Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God,And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sodA poet lies, or that which once seemed he.O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.;That he who many a year with toil of breathFound death in life, may here find life in death!Mercy for praise—to be forgiven for fameHe asked, …
Author: Pastor Bryan Wolfmueller Publisher: Concordia Publishing House Unlike many books I read, I cannot remember specifically where I had heard of this book first. I've known about Pastor Wolfmueller for some time now, and I love listening to him on Issues, Etc, and his youtube channel, but I can't remmeber who reccomended this book …
Madelyn Rose Craig 