A father's rant against a savage culture.
Give us sickness, give us health Give us poverty or wealth Make us fail or make us win Make us drown or live to swim Give us cursing, give us […]
A poem critiquing the Evangelical/Christian propensity to run and hide, rather than confront the major issues of our day.
A poem on my grief at the price our dear Lord paid for our sins.
Here's irony! While procrastinating on my Greek, I was flipping through old files on my computer, and found a poem I wrote while procrastinating on an English assignment in High School! I wonder what I ever got on this old poem?
When Satan comes to "deceive, if possible, even the elect," (Mat. 24:24) what words does he say? Whether in Liberalism or in Humanism or in the Emergent Church, or all the way back in Eden - the basic promise and the basic lie is still the same.