Intimate

Intimate

Intimate A poem. I want… To hold Your handTo touch Your faceTo intimately knowThe Lord, my God And, I can. God, the Father God, the Son God, the Holy Spirit   Three, in One. — And — The Word. God, the Word. God, the Son. Jesus,When I place my...
What Do You Fear?

What Do You Fear?

What Do You Fear? Fear the Lord. It’s an idea that I’ve struggled with for much of my life. Fear, I’ve thought, is meant for dark alleys and sinister things. Fear is for evil, danger. — And we are meant to fear God? An oxymoron. And yet,...