love – Page 13 – words from wick

Colossians 4:2-5

Posted on April 16, 2020 by Wick

Paul writes to Colossae
Not complaining of his chains
Freedom for himself is not
Something for which he strains

He implores them to keep praying
To be thankful and assured
The most important freedom
Is the sharing of the Word

The mystery of Christ
That longs to be revealed
Is that good news all creation
Through it, could be healed

He even reminds himself
To stay focused on clarity
The good news is not simply
Offering the world a bit more charity

But take every opportunity
To reveal the mystery of Christ
The resurrected Savior
Who did more than say “be nice.”

He gave up his own body
And was then resurrected
So that New Creation Life
Could be something we expected…

Posted on April 14, 2020 by Wick

If you’re wondering what to wear today
And celebrated Jesus’ passion
Then what you put on is more about heart
Than what’s the latest fashion.

Compassion means “to suffer with”
And kindness softens words
Humility puts others first
And meekness seeks to serve

Patience lets us bear with Love
Forgive as He’s forgiven
Such Love is what we’re bound together by
And life from which we’re living.

The peace of Christ that rules our hearts
Over all competing Lords
Allows us to be filled with thanks
Making ploughs out of our swords.

When the Word of Christ dwells richly
With gratitude in our hearts
No matter our particular place
We will each contribute our parts

In the chorus of creation
The symphony of praise
And we will find eternity
Is filled with just such days

To do whatever the day invites
In the nature & Love of Christ
Not imagining the power we wield
But honoring His Sacrifice.

Posted on April 11, 2020 by Wick

When someone dies before their time
Not a single person is ready
We allow anyone to offer help
For their hands can be more steady

A disciple from the fringes?
A rich man just converted?
Joseph of Arimathea came
When he had been alerted.

He helped to wrap the body
As all creation watched and mourned
The heaviest of weight in grief
In their stomachs continued to form

Yet even as their tears were moist
Rome was staying in the loop
The Pharisees has warned them
Of deception possible by His group

The worst thing that could happen
Would be to let them pretend He rose
And so the tomb was well guarded
By His enemies and foes.

The heavy stone was rolled in place
And guards stood just nearby
The women slowly walked away
As all the cosmos sighed.

I wonder if creation could
Feel something New was brewing?
Or if even the birds and fish
Had no idea what the creator was doing…