Promise and Laughter

“Old man,”
He said
“You’ll have a son.”

“A son?”
He laughed
“My days are done.”

“A son,”
He said
“To you, old lady”

“To me?”
She laughed
“I’ll have a baby?”

“Too hard?”
He said
“Too hard for me?”

“Too old”
They cried
“How can it be?”

“Next year,”
He said
“About this time”

“Oh yeah?”
They scoffed
“We’re well passed prime”

“You’ll see”
He said
“More than the sand”

“To us?”
They asked
“Is that your plan?”

“It is”
He said
“And you’re a part”

“A son”
They said
“To bless Your heart?”

“He will”
He said
“I send my own”

“Your son?”
They spoke
“To take a throne”

“A cross”
He said
“Will crown His head”

“To die?”
They said
“Not might instead?”

“My plan”
He said
“For my glory”

“And us?”
They asked
“In that story?”

Promise and Laughter

The Servant Apostle

The Servant Apostle

Of Father and Son

Through Paul a message

Of Good News would come


Called when a hater

Ambushed on the way

Confronted by Jesus

He heard Him say:


“O Saul of Tarsus,

Why do you kick?

In vain against goad

In vain against prick?


“O Saul of Tarsus

I call you as Paul

To both Jew and Gentile

You’ll preach me to all


“I blind you by glory

But rise, and go straight

As you regain vision

You will see my face


“Those Gentiles you hated

You’ll come to enjoy

Not your own strength

But my grace employ”


Chosen and separate

Before time began

Now manifested

In the race that Paul ran


Of faith and of truth

He spoke and he wrote

To both Jews and Grecians

By foot and by boat


With Cretans and Hebrews

He witnessed one year

By preaching the gospel

To all who would hear


Knowledge of truth

The faith that he preached

So liars and gluttons

By the gospel were reached


To represent Jesus,

To gather the fold

By preaching the gospel

As and where told


This servant apostle

To Titus he wrote

His heart with the Cretans

His feet on a boat


In a ship bound for Rome

He wrote of God’s grace

For both Jew and Greek

In every place


This servant apostle

With Good News in store

For every nation

To every shore.

Genesis 11

They build a tower

Reaching to God

Way east of Eden

In land of Nimrod


There they used brick

In the absence of stone

But more than its height

They wanted its throne


A city and tower

Stretched to the sky


“If scattered, we’ll die”


Instead of mortar

A by-product of oil

More suited for roads

Than the sweat of their toil


Vainly they built

And YHWH came down

He scattered the people

From Tower and Town


“Behold they are one,

Their sin would increase,

If left to themselves,

All would decease


“I scatter in mercy,

According to plan

There’d be no Messiah

With extinct man.”


Dispersing broadly

Through all the earth

From one remote corner

Would come Jesus’ birth


His judgement at Babel

A thing of great grace

To disperse the people

Across planets face


Though He has scatter

He gathers them in

As Jesus came serving,

To die for their sin


No man-made tower

With Jesus the door

To live with a great name

To live evermore


The tower, a threat

To God’s great plan

To bring a Messiah

Born as a man


He scattered in promise

Preserving a seed

The seed of the woman

To crush serpents head.


See Genesis 11

Some Questions

Where did God live,

Before He made sky?

What about compost,

If nothing would die?


Where were the stars,

When the sun came to play?

How did He hang them?

With what did He splay?


How did He make forests?

And why all the green?

Did the trees fall so loudly,

When by man unseen?


How did man like it,

Everything new?

Was the greatest of sights,

When God was in view?


What was it like,

In cool of the day?

When walking with YHWH,

And hearing Him “say”?


“No suitable helper?”

“No creature a match?”

“No one to help Adam,

Tend to the patch?”


How did the man sleep,

While God was at work?

How’d He take a side

And to woman convert?


Who was there listening,

When God said “All Good!”?

Who knew Gods language,

Who understood?


What was God doing,

Before He said “Let…”?

And if it’s all very good,

Then why the regret?


Why did it grieve Him

That He had made man?

What was the flood,

If sin was in plan?


From whence came the serpent,

And who let it in?

How did it tempt her,

Authoring sin?


Why’d God say to Adam,

“Where are you son?”?

“Why was I naked,

Where could I run?”


“To whom would you go,

If not back to me?

How can I fix this,

The thing with the tree?”


To whom was He speaking

When He mentioned the seed?

Why to the serpent?

What was that need?


Why of the woman,

Would solution come?

Why a messiah?

Or, Why a son?


When did He know,

The wonderful plan?

When sin’d be defeated,

As God became man?


Why do I wonder,

These questions of old?

Where in the Bible,

Are the answers told?


What page holds the answers?

What is the key?

To satisfy questions,

That aren’t just from me


How do we ask them?

To whom do we go?

As we read ‘the story’

How will knowledge grow?


How is faith authored,

As He takes His word?

Does faith come by hearing,

And believing what’s heard?


How many’s too many,

To ask of the book?

And who is that saying,

“Look again, look!”?


So, I have some questions


YHWH said to Noah

“I’ll never flood again

Though the earth be wicked

I will bear its pain”


Man increased in number

As man increased in sin

Withholding His judgement

His Son, in love, went in


He said to the Father

“Pour it out on me

Remember that bright rainbow

And let wrath fall on me”


When God remembered Noah

His promised word was “yes”

Jesus takes the deluge

And in Him we are blessed


The bow toward heaven

Is pointing at the sky

Though we deserve a drowning

He let the arrow fly


Heart and hand were wounded

And yet He rose from death

“Sins demands are finished”

He said with final breath


When you see the rainbow

Remember what He said

Though the people transgress

The blood of Christ was shed



Exodus 34

He is slow to anger

While all deserved is wrath

His great mercy and grace

Comes at a priceless cost


All the sin that we have

Was laid upon the Son

He, the perfect scapegoat

Saw no injustice done


Love is now the blessing

His faithfulness, no end

Abounding from His heart

He’s calling sinners “friend”


It’s steadfast like He is

No sin for it too great

Washing us with water

New hearts in us create


Ever needing patience

He comes to us with grace

Behind the wrathful God

We see our Saviors face

Exodus 34



Hostile in mind
In heart your enemy
Though blind to our rebellion
You won our liberty

You did so as the darkness
Encompassed the land
You rescued us from satan
With an out stretched hand

Your peace you give us
As you took our punishment
Pierced for our transgression
A crucified torment.

You rose the Lord of Glory
Conqueror over death
Though you gave up your spirit
That was not your final breath

You were definitely buried
But gone now is that stone
You ascended into glory
And sit upon a throne

Our war with you is over
As you became our peace
You are the Lord our freedom
In the year of release.

an ongoing testimony of God's grace