a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

Joy Doesn't Melt

I wrote this poem to share in a sermon on Psalm 102. I beg you to read Psalm 102. If you get to this poem, that’s fine — but do not miss Psalm 102. It is life-changing, especially if you’re going through a hard time.

Bruised for my healing
Killed for my living
Rejected for my acceptance

These ashes will become
concrete mix from which
to build a foundation of

Dead to sin
Alive to Christ
Nothing can separate

Your power is perfect
in my weakness
Your grace lifts
my gaze

Now I wear your
righteous robes, and
it might be raining
but joy doesn’t melt.

Outside of the Ticking

The Gardener