Nurse's Verses: Poetry Corner with Christ

Hidden In Christ
Colossians 3

Jesus, my Hope; my Light in the darkness!
Jesus, my Saviour; Redeemer of soul.
I have been rescued in great liberation,
And I have been freed from Terror and Cold.
My mind is no longer by hell been imprisoned –
I am free! – And my victory swells in my throat.
I have spoken to darkness and won with this cry:
I am hidden in Christ and I am not coming out!

The Marks of Christ

Galatians 6:17

God, quick lead me to the Battle;
Bid me fight beside Thyself –
Straight into the Terror’s rattle –
May Thy marks befall my health.

Draw me in to know Thee, closely;
Glory in Thy cross alone.
Rip away possessions, costly;
Bind me to my altar-stone.

Be my passion! Forced devoted.
Call me now, O Lord, divine.
Within Thy Book, my name be noted –
Worldly life I firm decline.

Drive my soul to suffer something –
Just one thing! – and then glad lie
Upon my cross to be raised upward;
Once more be marked, and – for Thee – die.

Silence Before the Lord
Habbakuk 2:20

Be in silence before our God.
Who can speak? None but He.
Fearsome He reigns, and earth draws breath
Before His terrible mystery.
Quiet, all creatures. Quiet, my soul.
Listen. Might He open that glorious mouth.
Will the Voice that spoke all creation
Resound again in range of this youth?
Wait in joyous anticipation.
Lean in. Maybe we’ll catch His breath.
Perhaps His wisdom will reach our ears;
Perhaps His Words reach through our death.
It may be we die by hearing;
Unable to fathom the Voice’s power.
But wouldn’t that surpass all desire
To enter by graciousness into His bower?
Silence. Silence before the Lord.
Wait. It might be He may speak.
Cease your chattering, snap from your musing.
Let all pride wither within sight of the Meek.
Silence. Gather close. Draw your attention.
Look at Him eagerly; prompt Him to speak.
Or no. Just sit quietly, though all time pass by you,
For everywhere else but His temple is bleak.
Perhaps His Voice will not raise a whisper.
Perhaps His blessed mouth will not open a Word.
But lean in the further, and wait with hope, spirit.
And silence. Let silence be offer’d to the Lord.

Forgive My Unbelief

Mark 9:24

“Perfecter God, forgive my unbelief
When Doubt returns to plunder as a thief;
May I never render Thy heart to painful grief.
O Lord God, forgive my unbelief!

Christ-King Jesus, forgive my unbelief.
May I not fail the Body that Thou Art Chief.
Though evil cause me tremble as a wind-swept leaf,
O Lord Jesus, heal my unbelief!

Holy Spirit, forgive my unbelief.
Thy inspired Word permit me never sheath.
What a glorious cry, however it be brief:
“I believe, O Spirit – help my unbelief!”