My God

"The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.  He will not always accuse, nor will He harbor His anger forever; He does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities.  For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is His love for those who fear Him; as for as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us.  As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him; for He knows how we are formed, He remembers that we are dust."

Psalm 103:8-14


My God isn't an angry God, sitting in heaven, waiting for me to sin so He can smite me.
My God doesn't treat me like my sins deserve; He pardons me when I should die.

My God doesn't hold my sins over my head, reminding me of them constantly.
My God removes my sin completely; it is farther from me than the east from the west.

My God doesn't hold me to an unattainable standard and laugh as I fall short.
My God holds me to an unattainable standard and gives me His Son to make up for my shortcomings.

My God is a God of love and compassion.
He remembers my sin no more.
He gave His Son, who bled a died so that I could feel the love of God.

That is my God.

The Valley

There once was a valley,
a valley of bones.
And I was there,
walking alone.

Out of the fog
there came a Voice:
"Speak to these bones,
tell them to rise!"

Quietly, then louder
I began to speak,
continuing on 'til
my words reached their peak

When suddenly a rattling,
prattling noise
erupted from the bones
as they began to rise.

And appeared there
before my very eyes
a standing army
of innumerable size.

But I looked closer
and I could tell
not a single heart beat
not a pair of lungs swelled.

Then I cried in despair,
my heart burdened with strife,
"What good is a body
without any life?"

Then the Voice came back
now stronger than before,
"Speak life to the bodies,
let them be dead no more!"

So again I spoke,
my voice ever rising
'til the dead came to life,
bodies revitalizing.

As I looked across
the human sea
I asked the Voice,
"What is the meaning of these?"

Then the Voice answered,
thundering, booming,
"This is My army
prepared for the war looming.

"I have called them, marked them,
though they be dead,
I have anointed them,
with My seal upon their head.

"These are the ones I call
these are the ones I adore,
ones that have died,
ones who live no more.

"I call them, I raise them
I snatch them from death.
I open their eyes,
I give them breath."

"But Lord," I exclaimed,
"What is their worth?
Why use the dead,
why give them new birth?"

"Son of man, look out
at the ones I gave breath.
Tell Me, did I not also
rescue you from death?"






Inspired by Ezekiel 37:1-14