A day early because Christmas. May everyone have a blessed time of worship tomorrow. May more people discover the reason for our joy.
Poem 225 of 365 –
Your holiness is uncontained;
Your glory blinds the unworthy.
Temporal toys begin to fade.
Their allure is impure compared to what you offer.
When will every knee bow?
Every tongue confess and the best
Words of all time are stamped on brows.
“Christ is Lord” echoes forward
Lord, when will you end our pain?
We ask, as if our task is complete.
He says, “We still have souls to gain,
So reap and sow and continue to grow
My kingdom to be redeemed.”