wisdom


Child of God ~ Prayer

I praise you, Father, for by the blood of Your Son shed for me on the cross at Calvary, I am a child of God, forever; I am free to do good and not evil—to follow the path that leads to justice, righteousness, and abundant life; I am filled with Your Holy Spirit to use my gifts for Your glory …Continue reading →

Tatooed-flesh

God accepted a self-initiated invitation to embody His own creation. They proclaim One called the Christ, neither legend nor hero, but God enfleshed. He lived among us, so they say, doing nothing more or less than exemplifying love in time and space; all-the-while, foreknowing an imminent terrestrial disgrace. But why would Omniscience do such a thing? Rumor has it, oracles …Continue reading →

Antidote

Our nature as human beings propels forth a dual propensity to overcomplicate what is simple and oversimplify what is complex. The antidote to our perception of the dichotomy of life’s incomprehensibilities is a twofold injection: healthy and humble self-awareness (meek and lowly in spirit) and discerning knowledge (wisdom), which is predicated on the desire to know the thoughts of God. …Continue reading →

Quenchable Wisdom

Layers of reality unravel with time. Tears of regret await those who demand not to stay another night. Does honesty smell of Home of fresh bread baking in the oven, apple pies on the windowsill, or the echo of a child’s prayer playing ping-pong in the hall? Or is it blinded by the stench of burnt compromise that stings the …Continue reading →

Prayer of Blessing

LORD, we ask that You would hear our prayer and adopt our son as Your son so that from an early age Nathanael Joseph DeLagneau may know who he is in You—a redeemed sinner in Christ Jesus. May he know that when Your Spirit resides in him, You will neither leave him nor forsake him. May he be a godly …Continue reading →

Sedated Sleep

An aged oak stretches its fingers Through purple skies. Under its branches owls convene And ravens spy. Man justifies walking-by sowing lies, And Christ is no longer found On solid ground. Post-modernism’s axe swings low Striking at reason’s roots. Now, owls shiver, wisdom withers, Spoiling virtuous fruits. Ethics feed less and less, And faith becomes obsolete. Humanism we adore And …Continue reading →

Too Blind Canvas

My faith paints holding His brush, A heart gently kneaded by Light’s touch. Thick young pride dipped in Crimson’s deep Left a humble rhyme impending sweet sleep. Too blind canvas once lost and proud Now found under flesh-colored grace. Sounds quite queer To modern man’s ear– Pardoned braids brushed in soul’s beard. So quick to tear seeing pride’s spear thrust …Continue reading →

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