Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

A Parable in Poetry (Matthew DelValle)


He also told this parable to some who trusted in themselves that they were righteous, and treated others with contempt: “Two men went up into the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee, standing by himself, prayed thus: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other men, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week; I give tithes of all that I get.’ But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’ I tell you, this man went down to his house justified, rather than the other. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted.” ~ Luke 18:9-14

A Parable in Poetry - by Matthew DelValle

Our Master once told a story
About two men: A Pharisee
Who kept the law and did what’s right
But looked on other folks with spite,
Such as the “other man” who would
Collect the tax from bad and good,
But would not lift his eyes to God.
Instead, he beat upon his bod
And cried, “Upon my soul, Lord, pin
Your mercy, for I’m great with sin.”
One went to his home justified;
The other left condemned to die.

This is the tale that Jesus told
Of which I now seek to unfold.

Why would just one receive God’s grace?
Did not the other plead his case?
“I am not like these other men;
I keep commandments one through ten!
I fast from food two times a week;
I give a tenth of all I reap.”
He even gave the Lord his thanks:
“I thank you, God, to be quite frank,
That I am not like other men.
But for your grace go I! Amen.”
Surely, a man as just as he
The Lord would look upon and free!
And yet, this man God did not save;
Only the other God forgave.
In one key place he was amiss.
The crucial truth he missed was this:
The one whom God declares as just
Is one who has the proper trust.

To understand this lesson well,
An error we must first dispel.
This man whom God did not forgive
Did not err in trying to live
A life of righteousness produced
By strength that was not God-induced.
Clearly, he saw his life of good
As from God’s hand. He understood
That righteousness is from our God,
And not a man who walks this sod
Can be perfect all on his own.
This was a truth that was well known,
For this man knew that God was key.
That’s why he said, “God, I thank Thee
That I am not like other men.
But for your grace go I! Amen.”
No, this man knew he needed grace;
That is not where he lost his place.

Why then the four and tragic words
That he thought would never be heard?
“Rather than the other,” Christ said,
“I justify this man instead.”
He justified the sinful man,
And not the Pharisee, whose plan
Of being right with God by law
And worshiping with fear and awe
Had come to be the way of death,
And not the way of life and breath.
Despite his thanking God for grace,
He still fell short at one key place:

This one man was not justified
Because he held onto his pride.

To whom did Christ direct this tale?
What truth did He wish to unveil?
He spoke to those who placed their pride,
Not in our Lord, Christ crucified,
But in their own righteous efforts.
Although God’s grace they did assert
And saw their good as from God’s hand,
They still trusted in good in man.
That was this man’s biggest mistake.
We must not ever, ever stake
Our right standing before the Lord
On what is inherently stored
Within.Even a God-produced
Righteousness is of zero use
When brought into God’s court of law.
It’s still our works, and therefore flawed.
Our righteous deeds are filthy rags;
Our Lord hates them; they make Him gag.
We have no merit of our own.
Even that which by grace is sown,
Is not enough to be perfect.
This way to God we must reject.
We cannot come to God in pride,
Or we’ll never be justified.
We must keep the commandments, yes,
And keep them all! Nevertheless,
Our own good deeds we must forsake
And something else a hold of take,
If we would be declared as just.
We must possess the proper trust.

So now I ask: What is this trust?
Who is the one God declares just?
If we must forsake good in us,
Then clearly, we may conclude thus:
What we need most is to possess
Somebody else’s righteousness.
Paul said it best in Romans four:
“Now to the one who does not pour
His life out as one with a job
But trusts our ever gracious God,
His faith counts as his righteousness.”
This is a point that I must stress:
God does not look for employees,
Apprentices, or internees.
Instead,He seeks those who believe
In His Son, and to Him do cleave.
All trust in ourselves we must shirk
And by faith connect with Christ’s work.

What is this work? Christ came to earth
As God in flesh, and from His birth
He lived completely without flaw,
And thus fulfilled God’s holy law.
Then He was lifted up to die,
And “It is finished” was His cry.
He became sin, who knew no sin,
That righteousness would be in Him.
Three days later, Jesus was raised;
Now all who love Him give Him praise.

By faith in Christ—His life, His scars—
All that He is and has is ours.
If not for Christ, we would be damned;
Instead, our sin went on the Lamb
Who for our sake, and God’s glory,
Was slain. That’s the gospel story.
Our hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
Through faith in Him He calls us friends.

You see, my dear friends, in the end,
Justification is by deeds.
But whose good deeds? The deeds we need
Are not our own, but those of Christ.
Only his righteous works suffice
To not be looked at and reviled,
But looked at as a righteous child.
By faith our God sees us perfect
Because in Christ’s garment we’re decked—
The cloak of righteousness that dons
All believers. This is no con
Or legal fiction, as some say,
But is the gospel, clear as day.

The one whom God declares as just
Is one who has the proper trust.
We must not look to what’s in us,
But look alone to Christ Jesus.
If we trust partly in his death,
But still trust in our life and breath
Than Jesus’ glory is but half,
And He’s no better than a calf.
But as it is He dies and lives
So that His Father may forgive
All those who repent of their sin
And by faith place their trust in Him.

The devil will try to deceive.
He’ll try to get us to believe:
“You have to have your own merit.
Righteousness must be inherent.
Your evil deeds you can’t undo.
You’re too wicked; God can’t love you.
With your next sin you’re going to lose
Your righteousness.” He will accuse
Us in this way. What shall we say
In order to drive doubt away?
“No one can bring a charge of guilt
Because the blood of Christ was spilt.
No matter how much we may fail,
All the elect in Christ prevail.
Our God is always on our side;
Forever we are justified!
One day we’ll see Him face to face,
And it’s all because of His grace.
So we’ll sing the old, old story;
To God alone be all glory.”

My friends, this is the greatest news:
In Christ alone we cannot lose.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Are You a Slave? (by Stephen Simpson)

Photo by Paul Cleveland


Several weeks ago, I preached a message from Matthew 6:19-24 entitled Are You a Slave?  In the message we looked at the verse "No one can serve two masters" and observed that it could be better translated "No one can be a slave to two masters."  We considered our role and identity as slaves of Jesus Christ.

Closing Poem
At the close of my message, I read a poem written by my grandmother.  It is entitled 'The Slave Girl' by Anne B. Simpson.  It was written in 1951 shortly after she and my grandfather were saved at a Billy Graham crusade in Boston.

I was a slave in the market places;
Shackled and striped with sin's cruel traces;
Chains about my ankle, bands around my wrist,
Nor knowing, nor caring of One's loving tryst.

"Comely and black," the auctioneer said.
"I'll give a ruby, the deepest of red!"
"I'll give a pearl of exceeding great worth!"
"I'll give a diamond dug deep from the earth!"

When suddenly out of the throng stood one...
His head was as most fine gold in the sun,
His eyes were soft as the eyes of the dove,
And in His torn hands lay the cost of love.

The price was paid, the transaction done
With His own precious blood, and there was none
Could bid any dearer!  With joy I cried,
For He bought me, a slave, to be His own Bride!

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Sunday, November 1, 2009

Perfect Are Thy Ways

How perfect are Thy ways, Oh God!
How perfect are Thy ways!
Thy skies were cloudless in the blue above,
And my heart sang out its praise!
Sweet it was in green pastures to lie
And drink of the waters cool nearby,
To bask in Thy love and mercy and grace,
To know in Thy heart I was given a place.
Those were the picnic days of my life,
So thankful was I to be mother and wife.

And my lightsome heart sang out its praise,
"How perfect, Oh God, are all Thy ways!"

How perfect are Thy ways, Oh God?
How perfect are Thy ways?
When skies are darkened in the storm around,
Will my trembling heart still tell its praise?
Precious it is to remember Thy Word,
To drink deep of Thy goodness, Oh my God!
To be wrapped in Thy comfort, upheld by Thy arms,
I know Thou art folding me safe in Thy palms.
These are the days that cut like a knife.
Numbing my heart and dark'ning my life.

Still my sobbing heart whispers its praise,
"How perfect, Oh God, are all Thy ways!"

(written by my grandmother, Anne B. Simpson, in 1987)

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Poetry and Theology (by Bobby Thompson)

I have a love / hate relationship with poetry. When I understand it I love it, when I do not understand it I hate it. I believe one of the greatest applications of poetry is when great spiritual truths are conveyed in it. When poetry and theology come together it is a powerful wedding of truth with emotion. No one does this better than John Piper (in my opinion). The following is one example of his many works of poetry. This poem was written to his son just before his wedding. The truth he is communicating is that he should love his wife above all else - besides God. His wife will find love and security in his love for God. Listen to how he masterfully and beautifully communicates this:

"Love Her More and Love Her Less"

By John Piper May 29, 1995

For Karsten Luke Piper
At His Wedding to
Rochelle Ann Orvis
May 29, 1995

The God whom we have loved, and in
Whom we have lived, and who has been
Our Rock these twenty-two good years
With you, now bids us, with sweet tears,
To let you go: "A man shall leave
His father and his mother, cleave
Henceforth unto his wife, and be
One unashaméd flesh and free."
This is the word of God today,
And we are happy to obey.
For God has given you a bride
Who answers every prayer we've cried
For over twenty years, our claim
For you, before we knew her name.

And now you ask that I should write
A poem - a risky thing, in light
Of what you know: that I am more
The preacher than the poet or
The artist. I am honored by
Your bravery, and I comply.
I do not grudge these sweet confines
Of rhyming pairs and metered lines.
They are old friends. They like it when
I bid them help me once again
To gather feelings into form
And keep them durable and warm.

And so we met in recent days,
And made the flood of love and praise
And counsel from a father's heart
To flow within the banks of art.
Here is a portion of the stream,
My son: a sermon poem. It's theme:
A double rule of love that shocks;
A doctrine in a paradox:

If you now aim your wife to bless,
Then love her more and love her less.

If in the coming years, by some
Strange providence of God, you come
To have the riches of this age,
And, painless, stride across the stage
Beside your wife, be sure in health
To love her, love her more than wealth.

And if your life is woven in
A hundred friendships, and you spin
A festal fabric out of all
Your sweet affections, great and small,
Be sure, no matter how it rends,
To love her, love her more than friends.

And if there comes a point when you
Are tired, and pity whispers, "Do
Yourself a favor. Come, be free;
Embrace the comforts here with me."
Know this! Your wife surpasses these:
So love her, love her, more than ease.

And when your marriage bed is pure,
And there is not the slightest lure
Of lust for any but your wife,
And all is ecstasy in life,
A secret all of this protects:
Go love her, love her, more than sex.

And if your taste becomes refined,
And you are moved by what the mind
Of man can make, and dazzled by
His craft, remember that the "why"
Of all this work is in the heart;
So love her, love her more than art.

And if your own should someday be
The craft that critics all agree
Is worthy of a great esteem,
And sales exceed your wildest dream,
Beware the dangers of a name.
And love her, love her more than fame.

And if, to your surprise, not mine,
God calls you by some strange design
To risk your life for some great cause,
Let neither fear nor love give pause,
And when you face the gate of death,
Then love her, love her more than breath.

Yes, love her, love her, more than life;
O, love the woman called your wife.
Go love her as your earthly best.

Beyond this venture not. But, lest
Your love become a fool's facade,
Be sure to love her less than God.

It is not wise or kind to call
An idol by sweet names, and fall,
As in humility, before
A likeness of your God. Adore
Above your best beloved on earth
The God alone who gives her worth.
And she will know in second place
That your great love is also grace,
And that your high affections now
Are flowing freely from a vow
Beneath these promises, first made
To you by God. Nor will they fade
For being rooted by the stream
Of Heaven's Joy, which you esteem
And cherish more than breath and life,
That you may give it to your wife.

The greatest gift you give your wife
Is loving God above her life.
And thus I bid you now to bless:
Go love her more by loving less.