A Haiku?

Posted this on Twitter on August 13th (I made it up)

Jesus on the cross, 

Died to become my Saviour,

Living now for Him

He Took on Flesh!

Your Creator hands so tiny

Gripped Your mother's fingers.

The mouth which breathed

The world into being

Formed it's first word.

The One who wrestled Jacob 

At Peniel

Stumbled with His first steps.

Oh Mighty God,

You entered into our world

That we might enter

Into Your Kingdom!

Oh Mighty Saviour,

You took on flesh,

That we might one day

Be with You in eternity!

Oh Mighty Conqueror,

You took on death 

At Calvary

That we wouldn't have to die!

Oh Mighty King,

You rose triumphant

That Your glory 

May also be ours!

Those Creator hands so tiny

Became hands which bore the nails.

The mouth which breathed 

The world into being,

Breathed it's final triumphant words

"It is finished!"

The One who wrestled with Jacob

Crushed the serpent's head.

© Carolyn Davison 10th December 2015

I come to the cross

I come to the cross, to be forgiven, 

My sins on the Sinless One laid!

The debt I owed I could not fulfil,

But through Him my debt is paid.

To the cross, to the cross,
I come to the old rugged cross. 
For my sins, to be cleansed, 
By the blood of the Lamb
To the cross, to the cross
I come.

I come to the cross, to gain my dress;

Naked, He covers my shame.

My chains are loosed, I am set free,

Jesus, My Saviour, His Name.

I come to the cross, my burdens lift, 

My guilty soul, bears guilt no more.

His blood avails, I am at peace.

He is Heaven's Eternal Door!

I come to the cross, the place of wrath;

The punishment, meant for me,

Was laid upon my Saviour dear,

As He hung there at Calvary

© Carolyn Davison 7th December 2015

A Place Prepared

A Place Prepared for Heaven's Great King:

No palace, no castle, no songs to sing;

Just a stable and a manger bare

A lowly place, to lie Him there.

A Place Prepared for Heaven's High Priest:

No house, no bed, no sumptuous feast;

Just a cross on a lonely hill!

Saviour Divine - men did kill.

A Place Prepared for Heaven's slain Lamb,

No pomp, no honour, for the Great I Am;

Just an empty tomb sealed with a stone!

Our Lord eternal, lay there alone.

A Place Prepared for Heaven's belovèd Son:

No sin, no iniquity, no unrighteous one!

A golden throne, a diadem:

Blessèd Mediator for chosen men.

A Place Prepared for all who see!

No condemnation - only purity.

Each chosen child; no war, no strife,

Only peace and love. Eternal life.

So come, prepare your heart today,

Jesu's death cast your sins away.

The gift is FREE: no cost nor loss,

The price was paid at Calvary's cross.

Turn to Jesus, forsake your sin,

The gate is there: come, enter in

The Prince of Peace, has made a way

Come to Him! Do not delay!

© Carolyn Davison 27th November 2015

Make me...

Make my life one of beauty, Lord;

Glorifying You!

Help me not to quench your work,

In everything I do.

Make me more like Jesus, Lord;

Full of love and grace!

Help me to be holy, and see

My Saviour face to face.

Make me want to serve You, Lord;

Every single day!

Make me a useful servant

In all I do and say.

Make me want to sing your praise;

In good times, or in woe!

And if You call me to a task,

Help me to keenly go.

Make me an instrument of peace,

Please set my life apart -

To live one that is holy,

With a broken, contrite heart.

© Carolyn Davison 22nd October 2015

The Saviour - My Hope

When darkness seems as black as night,

And worries pierce my soul

The Saviour prays and intercedes,

He comes to make me whole.

When trials abound in every sphere,

And burdens weigh me down,

The Saviour takes me in His hand,

His glory is my crown.

When worldly things pull and press,

And Satan steals my joy.

The Saviour holds me in His arms,

His strength is my alloy.

When sin abounds and fear endures,

Temptations lay me low,

The Saviour comes with gentle words.

"Don't fret, I love you so!"

© Carolyn Davison 4th October 2015

Captivate

Captivate my heart, O Lord,

Fill it with truth and grace.

That I may be like Jesus Christ,

When I see Him face to face.

Captivate my mind, O Lord,

And make me to be wise. 

That I may know and do Your will;

Not ruled by worldly lies.

Captivate me with your love,

That loving I may be. 

Spirit fill my heart and mind

For all eternity.

© Carolyn Davison 1st August 2015

Broken (Good Friday), Whole (Resurrection Sunday) Easter poem for 2015

[Good Friday]

Broken men,

With a broken plan,

Plot to destroy

The Son of Man.

Broken disciple

With a broken heart,

Takes some silver;

Tears himself apart.

Broken watch

With a broken sleep. 

Jesus prays,

And with blood, He weeps.

Broken Saviour,

Broken friends have fled.

All alone,

Facing the ultimate dread. 

Broken court,

With the broken trial.

Made up case

Lots of lies, so vile!

Broken soldiers 

With a broken game;

Gambling for clothes,

Blaspheming His Name!

Broken thief

With a broken life. 

His conscience pricked

With the Spirit's knife. 

Broken serpent,

Broken on that tree!

Death swallowed up

In Jesus' victory!

Broken veil,

In that soon broken place!

Now ALL who come through Jesus

Will see God, face to face!

Broken creation,

Broken as He died.

"My God, why am I forsaken?"

The Saviour's final cry!

Broken Redeemer,
Body broken for me
As He takes God's wrath,
At Calvary

Broken women

And broken men

Thought they would never

See Him again

Broken Light,

Broken Son,

Broken day,

The final work was done

[Resurrection Sunday]

Broken morning

At a broken tomb!

The grave, for the Saviour,

Didn't have any room!

"He is risen! He is risen!"

The angel cries!

No more death, no more broken!

Come! Wipe your eyes!

Salvation is here,

Jesus no more bleeds!

In the heavens, for His people,

He now intercedes.

For the sinful, for the wicked

Jesus bled and died!

No sin too great and vast

For Jesus' sacrifice!

Come, come and gather

At the foot of the cross.

There is so much to gain,

That will outweigh the loss:

Heaven's gates are open,

To welcome in the Bride,

Because of the one condemned - 

The Lord, crucified.

The Redeemer sits in glory,

Sceptre in His hand,

Death and sin are broken!

Redemption through the lands!

The crown of thorns is broken

Crown of glory on His head

Life for those who believe on him!

Hope, and no more dread!

© Carolyn Davison 4th April 2015 [09:20]