Sunday Morn


O Father, once again we come

Broken, humbled, craving rest

Once again, we approach Your throne

Once again, Your name we bless


Not by our works, oh no

O Lord, not by our deeds

Not by our own fragile strength

Have we secured the right to bend the knee


We come by the blood our Savior shed

We come by the life He purchased in death

We come by the hope He forever secured

We come by the grace that always endures


Not by our own strength, oh no

Lord not by our own prowess

Only by Your might, O Lord

Can we kneel, and praise, and bless


So Lord take our hearts

Though feeble a gift they be

Take our very life and breath

Bend them wholly unto Thee


Not our own will, oh no

O Lord, not our own dreams

Your will and Your glory

Not ours but Yours, O Sovereign King


Towers crumble

Nations rage

Our days run out

But You remain

King o’er the ages


And so we rise

Go about our daily deeds

Keenly aware of Your sustaining care

And our own desperate, daily needs

There Is an Ocean

Avila Beach, San Louis Obispo, California

Avila Beach, San Louis Obispo, California

There is an ocean

I’m standing on its shore

Without boundary or measure

After time and before


The waves lap my feet

And they call out to me

They speak of fathomless love

And undeserved mercy


I glance down at my grimy feet

And at my bloodstained hands

I’ve borne these wrongs for so long

Perhaps I should stay on the sand


What if the flood isn’t enough

What if the stains remain

How can I ever hope to be clean

Doubt weighs me down iron chains


But again lap the waves

Again beckons the flow

Again sings the flood

“Come, be washed pure as snow”


And the ocean waves

Are not a watery flood

The are scarlet red

The ocean is waves of blood


Can this blood heal my scars

Wash away every stain

Will I rise from the depths

Whole and sound again


Still the ocean calls

So I draw a deep breath

I walk down in the waves’ midst

And down to my death


For the flood washes me

Of all that is not clean

I died that day

No power—the past but a dream


But dear friend

It wasn’t the end

I live again


I am complete

No more do I sleep

Not glorified yet

But forever redeemed

Across the Breach

Sunrise Over Mountains

Reviled, He did not revile

Wronged, He did no wrong

But offered Himself

On our behalf…

By His stripes we are healed.


The wrath I deserved

You bore on the cross;

My sins atoned–

Removed beyond thought.


East and West…

How far in between?

As far as my sins were

Removed when I was redeemed.


Deep chasm.


Far off from God,

In condemnation.


Breach impassable.

Bridge uncrossable.

But for Christ,

Hell had my soul.

Remind Me Once Again

Forgiven… forgiven. Again comes the word. My heart, though drowned in doubt, falls back on this. Forgiven… forgiven. My every sin on Him was laid; He covered the cost–my debt He paid. Forgiven… forgiven. Soul, doubt this not. You have been covered by the Savior’s blood. Remember… remember. Forget this not, nor let your guilt overcome you. You are forgiven, forget it not. Remind yourself, when you are tempted to forget. Because of grace the price was paid, in mercy you were drawn… you have been forgiven. Grace and mercy–because of these you have hope. Because you rely not on your own strength, but on the strength of Christ alone.


Point me back to Christ

Remind me once again;

Let every day be a reminder

Of how He atoned for sin.


Remind me of the mercy

That on my head He bestowed;

When I was still unwilling

My Savior stooped down low.


Remind me of my sin

And my unworthiness;

Remind me of God’s sovereign choice

How He called me spite my sinfulness.


Point back to the cross

And to the precious blood

My Savior spilled, once for all time

For sinners by the Father loved.


Remind me of the love

That pulled me from hell’s grasp

And of my precious Redeemer

Who tenderly holds me fast.


Remind me of the grace

That saved this stubborn heart;

That forgave my iniquities

Full and complete, not just in part.


Remind me of the life

That from my Savior flows;

All who are cleansed beneath the flood

Death shall never know.


Remind me of the faithfulness

That forever will endure;

Christ my High Priest

Presents me to the Father as pure.


Point back to the throne

And to the mercy seat;

Where sits my Savior at God’s right hand

And intercedes for me.

Salvation Song [Assurance]

What can I say by way of an introduction to this poem? Jesus Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King. I wrote this poem about two years back, as I struggled with the assurance of my salvation; it’s foundation, permanency, and hope. Thanks be to God for the marvelous ways by which He works in the lives of His children! He used the faithful preaching of His Word and the steadfast example of fellow believers to strengthen my faith and hope. This poem came about as an outpouring of thankfulness, as I sorted through what I knew to be true. There are days when I wake up and I don’t feel saved. There are days when I rise and I don’t feel sanctified. Thanks be to God that our assurance rests solidly on Christ’s work and faithfulness, not on our subjective human emotions. Thanks be to God that our hope is secure, forever secure, in the redeeming blood of Christ.

I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand.      (John 10:28-29)


Salvation Song

You woke me up

With the dawn’s new light

Banished the fears

And darkness of night.


You have brought me

From death into life

Drawn me from hell

Given my blind eyes sight.


I was running

From all that is right

But not hard enough

To run from Your might.


I deserved wrath

For all of my crimes

Suffering in hell

Past end of time.


But then came grace

Your Son stooped down low

To raise this man

And bring him on home.


Merciful God

Why beckon this one?

Why cover him

With the blood of Your Son?


I’m not worthy

To fall at Your feet

But You saved me

No more do I sleep.


I did not earn

My Savior’s sweet love

But I have learned

That His grace is enough.


You called my name

And beckoned me come

My sin was wiped clean

By the blood of the Son.


His righteousness

Has become my own

My sin removed

No longer known.


Who was I…

That You would cast Your eye on me?

What was I…

That You would reach down and save me?


Glorious Father…

You sent Your Son…

Merciful Savior…

Redemption was done…

…That day on Calvary.