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.

Just Mercy

the fall of man

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@