The Fullness of Joy
What else could be the outcome of finding identity in Christ but this?
The Fullness of Joy
What joy is mine
Because
God did what only God could
What I would not have done
What I would not have known
What I would not have believed
Had to be done
God
Who alone could
Did.
The Sovereign
Gave His Only Begotten Son
The Only from the Only
One
Who having been given, gave
And being the gift
My life did save
When I had no clue
He did what only He could do.
How awesome in the fullest sense
And how patient He when I am dense.
How could I feel any other feeling
Or feel anything else other than reeling
With joy and amazement and tears
As I commit to Him what is left of my years,
To obey as I trust
My heart so beats as it must
Full of joy unlike I expected
Full of Him, by the Spirit connected
Full of joy, for Grace Enfleshed
Full of joy in His life enmeshed
Full of joy for what's ahead
I bow to Him, our living head.

Journey's End

This was the outcome of a time I questioned my identity. When I stopped looking every where else, I found it in Christ.

Journey's End
Finding a place to call
Home,
A voice to call
Mine,
Came after homelessness, voicelessness,
Restlessness
Self-imposed
Restlessness
Came after homelessness, voicelessness
Apart from the written word
Within which I constructed
A home, within which I found
A voice
.
I still whisper sometimes,
Then listen for

An echo, for

The sound of the voice I call

Mine

Knowing full well that

Home and Voice

Are gifts, are entrusted, are

Mine in stewardship

While a home is under construction

Elsewhere

And there too will be my permanent voice

Which will say

"Amen and Amen"

Without tiring

"Amen and Amen"

"To God be the glory!"