Love Cuts Deep

singing praise before I could read the hymnal

and my mother’s prayers before she passed

cut the first furrows of unmerited grace

grooves that ease the floods

cut deeper by flowing waters

a ditch less than a scar creates a path

the path creates a run

a run creek stream river

singing praise full and true

that once I used to choke

I cringed singing I believe in you

I cringe to feel those days

old or new your promises hold

a covenant of mercy a testament of love

steadfastly falls and deepens the mark

a testimony a sign a rockbed of faithfulness

I believe who you say you are

your grace toward me is not in vain

here is my fruit taste and see

you are good you are good you are good

my roots sink deep into the bank of your flow

I will not be uprooted

I will bear fruit in season

a stream of mercy flows from hill through valley

inhale the stinging smoke

imbibe the burning fire

sustain my waning comfort

dull the plowshare of thought

too many rivulets diverging

streams will quickly cut a new way

thoughtlessness will cut a crevasse

off the canyon a new way

but these things are hardly new

they fire wire transpire together

gutters cut and down they go

supposing a deeper is not yet found

“I remember rope tied to mower on the hillside

“I see a truck on delivery delay a cop car

“I feel like 100 bucks considering inflation

shallow lines always go but always flow with gravity

a manger professes your presence

a cross your sacrifice dear

Sunday dawns in perfect light

the star in the east full ablaze

a sacrifice a substitution a creator

who would not see his creation torn away

a love that made a way time and again

carves eternal indelibly inexorable love

I may go far

but always love

as I have been

the way is set

the river

deep and wide

etched and carved

by the rains

of grace

incessant meandering still I jitter to find a new path drawn

down the old the brevity of my attention affection

is a palimpsest a delicate vellum reused and

rewritten so many times too many times

written with the same words words

that draw the quill into true

scripted grooves I live

by grace I live

for glory