Poetry

 “Dynamic and erratic, spontaneous and radical,
audacious and immature, committed if not altogether coherent.
Ecumenically open and often experimental, visible here and there,
now and then but unsettled institutionally.
Almost monastic in nature but most of all enacting a fearful hope
for society.”
 —William Stringfellow

A Eagle Gospel
Christianity used to be an eagle gospel,
diving from its nest on the highest edge of a cliff,
With wings shining in its descent.

But we had to tame this bird of prey,
Straighten out its ferocious beak, and look,
It became a little finch, talkative and domesticated.

Christianity used to be a lion message,
always on the hunt for someone to devour,
A young lion of Judah,

But we had to file down its sharp claws,
Suppress its thirst for human blood, and look,
It became a little cat, docile and well behaved.

Christianity used to be a desert sermon,
Razor sharp like the Sahara wind,
Scorching hot like the desert sand.

But we turned it into a flowerbed,
With flowers neatly arranged and everything in comfortable order, and look,
It became a home-style garden, predictable and safe.

Lord; deal with our pitiful devotedness,
Give it strong eagle wings,
Sharp lion claws,
Give it the fragrance of wild honey and spice,
Then proclaim with certainty,
This is the victory that conquers the world
This is Christianity

By Nils Bolander, Swedish poet( Translation Rickard bjerkander)                                                                                                                                           

BEAUTIFUL SCANDALOUS NIGHT(Steve Hindalong/Derri Dougherty)Go on up to the mountain of mercy
To the crimson perpetual tide
Kneel down on the shore
Be thirsty no more
Go under and be purified
Follow Christ to the holy mountain
Sinner sorry and wrecked by the fall
Cleanse your heart and your soul
In the fountain that flowedFor you and for me and for all
(Chorus)
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree
On that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night

On the hillside, you were delivered
At the foot of the cross justified
And Your spirit restoredBy the river that poured
From our blessed Savior’s side

(Chorus)

Go on up to the mountain of mercy
To the crimson perpetual tide
Kneel down on the shore
Be thirsty no more
Go under and be purified

At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree
On that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night

Tr. A. L. Skoog
Day by day and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what he deems best
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
Ev’ry day the Lord himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares he fain would bear, and cheer me,
He whose name is Counsellor and Pow’r.
The protection of his child and treasure
Is a charge that on himself he laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me he made.

Help me then in every tribulation
So to trust thy promises,
O Lord,That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation
Offered me within thy holy word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Til I reach the promised land.

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