How Blessed

I strive to write a Thanksgiving poem each year. This year though, I’ve been writing quite a bit of poetry through the Psalms, and a couple weeks ago wrote one on Psalm 32 that I think gets at the core of what I’m thankful for this year – forgiveness.

I don’t know what your year was like – horribly exciting or terribly boring. Either way, even if you don’t feel like you have much to thank God for, you have forgiveness and the gospel – and that’s reason enough to praise forevermore! We are blessed…

How Blessed (Psalm 32)

How blessed it is to be forgiven,

How awesome to be justified,

For now our sins have been all driven

Through Jesus who for us has died.

How painful is the path of sinning,

How dark and dismal is that place.

For sin sends our hearts downward spinning

But down and down reaches His grace.

How great it is – my sin is covered!

How wonderful to share it all.

For all my sin’s to Him uncovered,

Forgiveness now for every fall.

How thankful should forgiven ones be,

How tender to His plans and pulls.

For His great love is all around us –

Surrender to His lead and will.

How joyful now we shout and sing out,

How glad our hearts to rest in Christ.

For in Him we can hide from all doubt

So confident He’s paid sin’s price.

Grace on Grace

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Based on John 1:16:

Of Your fullness we’ve received

Throughout our sinful year.

Through each day Your grace was weaved

Since last time we were here.

Family’s here at this great feast

And so is Your dear Son.

Never left us, never ceased

To give us grace in tons!


Grace on grace You’ve given us–

Your grace for days we fall.

Grace for every time we lust

And grace to pardon all.

Now that we have hindsight’s view

We find You all the way.

Grace You gave, now we give you

Our thanks this grace-filled day.


Of Your fullness we’ve took part

Throughout this crazy ride.

In all stress Your will You’d chart,

And make us trust our Guide.

Looking back we see Your hand–

You worked out all things right.

Why would we now doubt Your plan?

You have the end in sight!


Grace on grace You’ve given us–

Your grace for days of doubt.

Grace for times when we don’t trust

And grace when we stress out.

Now that we have hindsight’s view

We find You all the way.

Grace You gave, now we give you

Our thanks this grace-filled day.


Of Your fulness we have known

Throughout life’s push and shove.

Mercy on hard days You’ve shown–

We can’t exhaust Your love!

Family’s gathered in this room.

But there’s someone who’s not.

Give us rest and please come soon!

To take the ones You’ve bought.


Grace on grace You’ve given us–

Your grace for days of death.

Grace for times we’re in the dust

And grace till our last breath!

Now that we have hindsight’s view

We find You all the way.

Grace You gave, now we give you

Our thanks this grace-filled day.

-M@

Just Mercy

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Based on Genesis 3:

What am I but just the dust

That stains each place I touch?

Who am I–a slave of lust

Who loves the sin I clutch.

Rioter who hates the laws

God put there for my good.

Villain for the rebel cause–

His good plan I’ve withstood.


Tree forbidden I embraced

And boldly ate the fruit.

With one bite I knew sin’s taste

And death in me took root.

“You will die!” the Just decreed,

But something stayed His hand.

“One day,” He said, “You’ll be free–

Begin the rescue plan!”


Step by step redemption’s staged

Against a set so black.

Eden’s Fall stains every page

But Mercy’s fighting back.

Kings and prophets disappoint

Until the Just appears.

“Here’s the One that I appoint

To wipe your record clear.”


Calvary’s Hill now marks the place

Where Mercy’s climax’s set.

Bloody beams on which He’s braced

Show just how great our debt.

Day by day we should’ve died

A punishment that’s right.

But to Christ that death’s applied

And Mercy wins the fight.


Mercy for the undeserved

That breaks with each new dawn.

Sudden death I should be served,

But guilty verdict’s gone!

Mercy for my rebel soul

That’s draws unworthy breath.

Every act the play unfolds:

The Just died for my death.

-m@

My Soul Waits

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Based on Psalm 33:20-22:

My soul waits upon the Lord,

When the world tempts me to yield,

When the flesh wields its sharp sword,

He will be my help and shield.


My heart shall rejoice in God,

When my life seems so unjust,

When my enemies defraud,

In His holy name, I’ll trust.


My life shall be mercy-filled,

When I seem so full of sin,

When I’m overcome by guilt,

I will place my hope in Him.

-M@

Rise Up

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Based on Isaiah 52:13-53:12:

Behold the suffering Servant there,

The One so mocked and marred.

We men can just but stand and stare

At Him our hands have scarred.

He grew up like a tender plant,

Unlike the charming rose.

We spite Him–for His death we chant,

The One Who sorrow knows.


Rise up, O servants of our God,

Rise up–embrace His pain.

Look on His pain and stand in awe.

And worship the Lamb that’s slain.


Behold the Suffering Servant there

The One Who takes our pain.

Our greatest grief He freely bears

Though not for Him we care.

Stricken, smitten, afflicted One–

He’s crushed for our great sins.

Though we like sheep have from Him run,

He laid our mess on Him.


Rise up, O servants of our God,

Rise up–embrace His pain.

Look on His pain and stand in awe.

And worship the Lamb that’s slain.


Behold the suffering servant there

The One Oppressed yet calm.

Like slaughtered Lamb with death unfair,

He’s placed in tomb embalmed.

Though He had not done one thing wrong,

God struck Him with my sin.

Fear not–His days will be prolonged.

That One shall rise again.


Rise up, O risen Son of God!

Rise up–and help our pain.

We see the tomb and stand in awe.

And worship the Lamb that’s slain.

-M@

He Will Come

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Based on John 14:18:


He has come to me
Though I am faced with great guilt.
He has come to me
Though His dear blood I have spilled.
He has come to me
Though with His enemies I’ve allied.
He has come to me
‘Cause it’s for me that He died.

He will come to me
When I am weary and tired.
He will come to me
When I have sunk in the mire.
He will come to me
He will not leave me bereaved.
He will come to me
Of his deep comfort I’ve received.

He will come again
When all of history’s time is done.
He will come again
When the last battle He has won.
He will come again
And take me up to be with Him.
He will come again
And His great love will never end.

-M@