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Christian Poets

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In Endless Praise

by J. Randal Matheny © 2012 http://randal.us

In endless praise the angels sing,
Around the glorious crystal throne;
To worlds away they take their wing,
No mortal saint will stand alone.

At God's right hand the Savior reigns,
Till comes the day to crown his plan;
The dragon rants below in chains,
As feet move fast to rescue man.

The Spirit dwells through faith for peace,
Possessing, his both heart and hands;
While mountains stand he'll never cease
To lead his church to farthest lands.

All Thanks Is Yours

by J. Randal Matheny © 2011

  For Thanksgiving Day, from Revelation 4

To know You, this, above all gifts, is mine,
Your Son as Savior, the Holy Spirit as sign,
And more—the message placed within our hands,
As holy partners to preach while the world stands.

All thanks is Yours, who made us for your joy,
We seek Your face, with all our powers employ
Both voice and heart to sing, with heaven, Your praise,
With gratitude, Your glorious and gentle ways.

No golden crowns to toss before the throne,
No eyes both front and back, to know and be known,
No ceaseless bows nor constant words of thanks,
But soon we hope to join the elders' ranks.

Mumbo, Jumbo, Toil and Tumble

by J. Randal Matheny © 2011

Mumbo, jumbo, toil and tumble,
The goblins howl, the tummies rumble,
The sweaty faces behind the masks,
Are serious in their candied tasks.

From trunk to trunk for a coveted sweet,
The ghouls are quick upon their feet,
They know, these tots in bundled sheets,
Which bumpers hold the tastiest treats.

Ah, would that we, in children's dressings,
Know where to find the richest blessings,
Behind our masks, in flight and hiding,
Discover all that God's providing!

On the Waters

by J. Randal Matheny © 2011

This quatrain was posted last year on the Facebook group for UPLift. That group will soon be archived, so here it is for CP.

In unapproachable light he dwells,
Upon his glory none can look;
He rides upon the ocean's swells,
And breathes upon the babbling brook.

Generations

by J. Randal Matheny @ 2011

They called my grandpa Mr. Mac,
I know he was a Scot:
He stashed away both nail and tack,
And hoarded all he got.

My father's kin were French and Brits,
Who crossed the northern sea,
Their porridge turned to Southern grits,
They passed them on to me.

Then I turned south to hot Brazil,
My kids with foreign tongue;
Who knows where oxen pull their thill,
And where they'll rear their young.

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