A Glimpse

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A Glimpse
By David De Jong

I saw but a mere glimpse of Your glory
Reflected in grandeur upon the earth
The heavens could not envelop Your heights
The waters incompetent to Your depths
My eyes welled full with tears, my heart grew faint
I clasped my chest with shallow gasps of breath
My body shivered, as hair stood on end
I fell to my knees, legs failing all strength
My vision, incapable to amass
The entirety, the bound’ries so vast
My tongue unable to utter a word
All speech, incoherent, maladroit noise

As winds tune their harps across aspen leaves
And blush their colors amongst thankful trees
The elk bugle and pronounce your path
While eagles soar on a wisp of your breath

Cloaked heavens thundered and the earth fell still
Shepherding clouds gather in symphonic form
Sweeping rains to wash temperance from the air
While the mountains reply in joyous praise

How can I compare Your almighty deeds
How can I surmise with a mortal mind
Likeness and beholding’s of You, Oh Lord
How can You love me, wretched as I am

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Awestruck, reverence pervaded my soul
My heart regained its rhythmic pulse of life
My gasps replaced by breaths of living hope
My core calmed and warmed in Your rays of light
My eyes transfixed on Your unfailing ways
My soul restored in Your covenant love
Yet my words seem futile, inept, too bland
To define You, indescribable Lord
You know my name and hear my cries for aid
You read my heart for what it truly is
Yet reclaim me with Your unfailing grace
You console me with a glimpse of Your face

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I am Broken


I am Broken
By David De Jong

I am broken as I sit and I watch from afar
Old lives spent and new ones taken, spit in a jar
Left unattended, wasting loneliness on hope
Plucked for a cause unjustified, no life to scope
Forgotten memories and thoughts that leaked away
Solemn reminder to make the best of your day

Tumultuous cascades of unforgiving rain
Echoed in empty stares and cries of hopeless pain
Uncharted water ways replace Seventh and Main
How much more must come, before heaven plugs the drain
Unprecedented, unmistakably insane
While the South drowns its cities, the West prays for rain

Smoke choked skies hide mountains where the sky never ends
Ranges of memories, parks, homes, ranches of friends
Friends we’ve never met, no longer strangers in need
No field to farm, roof overhead nor stock to feed
May these lives not be forgotten, unspoken names
May waters of the storm put out consuming flames

I know who holds the world in the palm of His hands
Who calls the stars by name and who tallies the sands
Who sets the boundaries, who harnesses the wind
Who marks the east from the west, who carries my sin
Though I am broken, I find hope in God above
With these words from Habakkuk I have learned to love;

Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.
The Sovereign Lord is my strength;
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
He enables me to go on the heights.
Habakkuk 3:17-19a

Weathering the Storm

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Weathering the Storm
By David De Jong

Weathering the storm
Till the sun decides to shine
Holding on to hope

Time seems to stand still
Yet the clock sticks to its task
Pressing on ahead

Even through the night
The storm navigates its way
Spending bursts of light

Cold dampness surrounds
Sheltered anxious inner panes
Yearn to be unlatched

Swift-flowing creeks
Swelling river embankments
Cleansing dried up shores

Trees begin to lean
Earth losing its mighty grip
Strength is laid to rest

New paths are molded
Etched in freshly planted fields
Scars ‘til harvest comes

Gray masks over light
Obscured daylight blue confused
Pleading sun’s return

Saturated earth
Over abundantly blessed
Filling all its stores

The old heron stands
Defiant in his domain
Fishing for his chance

Green takes liberty
Adorning its many shades
Hiding winter’s way

Abundant new growth
Awaits its moment of grace
Patiently in peace

New moss grows freely
Over bare forgotten trails
Covering old wounds

Puddles wait their turn
Searching for a beam of light
Heaven’s reflection

Green pastures resting
Planted seeds bursting with joy
Hope has taken hold

Bud and blossom burst
Triumphant beauty displayed
Thankful for the storm

Remind us gently
Blessings seen from darker days
Yield the brightest light


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Lowly bloom thriving among ruse of perfection
Meek tonic herb of medicinal concoction
Reflecting beams of sunlight, never mistaken
Gift of prize given to mothers by small children

Infallible yet rejected, neglected, disdained
Attacked with fierce vigor, alienated, un-maned
Trampled underfoot and ignored but still resolute
A blossom in the garden of common refute

Scattered over the earth by a whimsical wind
Unlimited destination, of where it will end
A delicate spirit, carefree, elated with ease
Sophisticated yet modest, endearing to please

Reflective of purpose, given each living soul
Giving beauty to life, taking time to console
Standing out in a world complacent to offense
Quietly, in its own way, making a difference

Bloom where you are planted, let your wishes catch the wind
Be who God created, cast away what you pretend
Brighten the day of a child, a friend to one in need
Pause to see the beauty in what some would call a weed

Who Am I


Who Am I
By David De Jong

Who knows the intricacies of my heart
The thoughts I have hidden and keep apart
The shame and discomfort of misdone deeds
Regrets and misery for unsown seeds

Who knows the dreams and aspirations still
That stir my soul and my brain seems to fill
Retreat and wonder, still waters by green
Pastures and forest with meadows unseen

Who can explore these things and still hold fast
Draw me closer in and not let me past
Walk beside in solitude yet not slip
Pick me up and carry me when I trip

Who could pull my soul from its mired pit
Bring my eyes to see with mere clay and spit
Open my heart to love that’s been redeemed
Allowed me to see what I never dreamed

A love more true than any truth as known
Gifts more precious than any love has shown
A heart more pure than any man could show
Grace more giving than any man could know

Who could love enough to take all my hell
Return to make it known that all is well
Who could this be but my Lord Jesus Christ
Who paid my debt of unpayable price

How can I measure in His vast estate
And all the wonder he spoke to create
Just a mere speck in a world set apart
Where his love shines down and sustains my heart


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By David De Jong

Easter is Hope
Hope that this
Cross we bear
Up some hill
We cannot see past
Overwhelmed with
Fear and exhaustion
To the point
We no longer
Can carry on
Carry this cross

Until God
Steps in
In the form
Of a friend
Family member
Sometimes a
Complete stranger
They help carry our burden
This cross we’ve been dragging
They pick it up
Give us a different
Walk beside us
Even if
To death

We all
Have had our own
Crosses to bear
But we all
Have had our own
Stones rolled away
We all
Have had our own
And some
Are still coming
When the cancer
Is gone
When a loved one
Returns home
When a child
Is born

Yet none
Can compare
To the hope
We see
In the Easter
Of all time
When Jesus Christ
Took all our sins
Our very own cross
And carried them
To hell
Where they belong
And left them

The ultimate burden
The ultimate cross
To endure
Has been forever
By our Savior
Jesus Christ

Easter is Hope
Easter is Healing
Easter is Life
Easter is Love
God’s Love