Sunday, September 25, 2016

Crafted & Cherished - Who Are You series (Tim Knipp)


 
Measured by mirrors,
media and
multiple fears,
my value is
pin-prick small.
Sized up to
the immensity of
spinning galaxies,
I am a grain
of sand.
My spot in time
is a mere
millisecond,
faster than a blink.

Yet You crafted me carefully
and endowed
me with eternal 
significance.

You take my breath away,
Majestic God!
How can I wrap
my limited mind
around this paradox?

Made in Your image
to reflect Your loveliness
to all,
to see Your loveliness
in every one.

Seen as accidental products
of evolution,
no lives truly matter.
Survival of the fittest
reduces every interaction
to a power struggle;
the hero is the last one
standing
though the streets
run with blood.

Left without a maker,
I will make myself
and inherit arrogance.
When plans shatter,
I inherit self-loathing.
Both twist my soul
and pervert
my reflection.

I am more than my successes
or failures.
God, give me Your glasses
through which to see
this truth.
Help me shed the lies

and shiver,
speechless 
in a shower of
Your unconditional love
daily.
(Ps. 8 and Isa. 14)

Sunday, September 18, 2016

See How He Comes - Prophets & Kings series, Tim Knipp






What was said
about Him
pointed forward.
Jesus is the bulls-eye
that the arrows
of Law, prophets
and psalms
all aimed for.






Fulfillment in the lines
and between the lines
is in Him.
Text and subtext. 

At the start
our spirits fractured
and the rescue mission
was born.
"Your descendants will
be blessed."
But how long, O Lord?
In exile the people moaned,
awaiting the promises'
fulfillment.
Where is this 
promised King?
The line from David
is stripped,
but intact -
it quavers 
and survives 
on an allowance.

God had spoken
through the prophets:
the awaited One
will be a Prophet-King,
out-wisdom Solomon,
restore temples to places 
of meeting between God
and man,
and trust in God
even in the inky darkness
that threatens
to tear Him asunder.

See how Jesus is the One?
He kneels and draws in sand,
confounding the sages,
cleanses His Father's house
and, when sweat turns to blood,
cries out, "Thy Will be done."

Our hearts yearn to meet
this promised One.
See how He comes.