Tag: christian

Sheep Surgery

Sheep Surgery

I saw a sheep that needed sewing.
So he’d withstand the hugging, beating, throwing
And other things that one speaks of
When referencing a child’s love.

I decided I could sew well enough
So I found my Father’s sewing stuff
And grabbed a needle and some thread,
Came up stairs and brought back the dead.

Spring November

Spring November

How do you grace me
so incredibly
when all I have for you
are sins I can’t give up yet.

I’m set in my ways
which sometimes sway
towards and away
Your will for today.

but in this November Spring
you bring rebirth
worth more than that which is lying,
laying, playing on the ground in the wind.
I’ve found I begin
to be created anew

my old leaves crumble
and mumble
till I can’t see
what they meant to me
because I am created in you
through grace which you relay
on a Spring November day.

New Shoes

New Shoes

After taking off my perfectly fitting skin
I get the courage to begin
Trying on new leather
And whether
I like it or not
My old shoes are shot
With stigmatic flesh wounds on the bottom,
Two years after I got ‘em.

It’s time for me to replace
The open space
With newer shoes
That are whole,
With a newly created sole.

Power Tools and the Hypostatic Union

Power Tools and the Hypostatic Union

I’m not saying Jesus wasn’t skilled
But maybe He tapped eternity and willed
Some power tools to His time back in the day,
Kept in the back of his place, out of the way.

So when someone had some project to be done
That Jesus thought wouldn’t be as fun
As spinning the world on his finger
He might take the project and linger

In the back for a much briefer duration
Before emerging with a woodworked creation
That was routed and sanded much faster,
Since His tool selection was vaster.

This granted Him more time to pander
Why His human intellect would wander
To things like what exactly is
This hypostatic union of His.

What Makes Kids Behave in Church.

What Makes Kids Behave in Church.

“Why is it your children behave well in church
They sit quietly on that wooden pew perch
As if their stone statues, the saints of today,
Why won’t my kids start behaving that way?”

Taken aback by the question at hand,
I answered her question so she’d understand
Why my children will listen all throughout mass
With only a question or two that they pass

From their sweet little lips to fatherly ear,
And with whispers I answer each question I hear.
In fact as a father I relish the task
Growing fearful myself with each question they ask.

“Dad, how do they make the stained glass?”
“Good Question son, I don’t mean to be crass,
But they find little boys who won’t sit and behave,
Find their bright colored toys and give them a shave.

They take these toy shavings from primary toys,
Melt them down into windows, so stop making noise.”
I’m never real sure of the questions he brings
But I’ve gotten quite good at explaining these things.

“Why do those singers keep singing so bad?”
“‘Cause God took the beautiful voices they had.
They were talking to loud during church one day,
when they should have been kneeling to quietly pray.”

“How come the other kids are eating cheerios?”
“They get one meal a week and that’s it I suppose.”
“What’s with people passing a basket full of money,
is it to take a rainy day and make it sunny?”

“You have to give up your allowance if you don’t eat all your veggies
Or they’ll hang you on the wall and you’ll have eternal wedgies
Like those statues of the saints that are wedged up on the wall
All because they didn’t eat when vegetables would call.”

The one that takes the cake though is the shark tank that they’ll fill
If they find out there’s a little boy in church that can’t sit still.
Don’t make me take you back there or the sharks might be released.
They’ll smell out misbehavior and have a cry-room feast.

Choking on the Eucharist

I don’t plan on dying anytime soon, but if I were to go, I can’t imagine a better way to go.  -Andy

Choking on the Eucharist

There might be some theology I’ve missed
But if I find my life has to be done
I hope that I choke on the Eucharist

If I’m to end this life without a list
Complete, or even one that has begun,
There might be some theology I’ve missed,

But I’d still welcome a death that was kissed
By the Real Presence of Jesus the Son.
I hope that I choke on the Eucharist.

I wonder if it’s a sin to insist
To die with Jesus and rise with the Sun.
There might be some theology I’ve missed,

If Hell tried to take me, I’d raise my fist
Victorious at the devil who thought he had won.
I hope that I choke on the Eucharist.

I smile at the thought of Satan pissed
If I died at the instant his work was undone.
There might be some theology I’ve missed.
I hope that I choke on the Eucharist.




Weeping, hear me, as I do relay,
The incidents my mind keeps out of sight,
I clenched my fist as I killed Christ today.

I assure you of the truth in what I say,
I chose to do what I knew wasn’t right
Weeping hear me as I do relay

I took a nail and let His flesh give way
My sin driving in absence of His light.
I clenched my fist as I killed Christ today.

The image of it in my mind will play,
Tomorrow’s sins forecast by today’s fight
Weeping hear me as I do relay,

Alone I rest, I’m crying out Yaweh!
My Christ I need you, shed on me Your might.
I clenched my fist as I killed Christ today.

“Innocent” society would say
But I cry out in light as in the night
Weeping, hear me, as I do relay
I clenched my fist as I killed Christ today.