Lifting Praise

By brian francis

Here together we sing his praises
Here together our faith renewed
As we worship His great creation
The gift of life a choice imbued

Singing psalms; oh, how we adore him
We lift our hearts in praise and song
Devotion to his truths his teachings
We implore Him keep us from wrong

Call out His creed our sworn devotion
Raise Him up our great Lord and King
Kneeling down we receive His offering
By the gift of faith, our soul’s restored

Offering our love and peace to others
We reflect His true and precious grace
We live our lives to inspire by doing
Hoping that we might take our place

Author’s Note: On a recent visit home my mother dragged me to worship with the Lutherans. I moaned and trudge along. This was the result.


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True Harmony Redeemed

By brian francis

I ran from Him and hid
among the lost, with proud deceit.
I mocked His name and laughed at those
who’d kneel before His feet.

Until one day I understood
and claimed Him for my own,
and pledged to be a warrior
loyal to his throne.

The words within His teachings
became my sword, both sharp and strong;
yet, in battling evil in the world
it seems that I did wrong.

For the sword was meant to guide me
not to swing with all of my might;
And in using it in battle
of the Truth I had lost sight.

Yet, in the blindness of my rampage
I came upon a man
who had a sword just like mine
cradled in his hand.

When I urged him into the fight
He smiled and asked me “why?”
“You fool for the glory of our God”
was my ignorant reply.

Then motioning for me to sit
He showed me where I’d strayed,
And proved to me how in my hate
My God had been betrayed.

He talked with me ’til I understood
how the teachings were a song,
that would give me strength and guidance
in my heart my whole life long.

And in revealing that the secret
was in singing true to key;
so that others around listening
would want to sing with me.

He then rose up and walked away
singing his song to God.
And I soon up and followed
on the path I knew he’d trod.

There were others on that narrow path
to sing the song with me–
as we made our way back to the throne
singing true harmony . .


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Tapestry

by brian francis

Though the cloth is worn and faded
And the seams are stretched and torn
While the colors are less than they once were
There are no stains in this old piece of cloth

After years of work and squander
Mucking around in the refuse of life
Through a gift of spirit and wonder
Washed clean in the grace of His light

His heart is the way of salvation
Through love is the promise redeemed
Still torment beguiles with temptation
For acceptance is just but the seed

And this cloth is but a canvas
Whereon the masterpiece of life is beheld
And the stroke of the brush is creation
And the image is that of the self

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