Poems
Come to me, sit in my shade,
For my love for you shall never fade.
I'll keep you cool from the heat of the sun,
I'm your strength, your redeemer, the Son.
Come to this tree and sit in its shade,
The blessings it brings shall never fade.
It will keep you cool from the heat of the sun,
and give you strength when you have none.
I'm not the whole tree but I am a part,
So are you, we share the same heart.
You might be a root or even a limb,
or is it possible you're grafted in?
By Ken Wells
Holy Messiah of Israel, Bridegroom and King of the Universe
Sing of the Ancient of Days and His love for His precious possession.
Sing a mercy song of compassion, of salvation and merit.
Sing to hearts ofİ indifferent stone. Barely beating in the dark of desire.
Stones molded in fading images of the physical and crumbling idols.
Fragile, loved ones uninspired unknowing uncaring and lost in their
un-world.
Search for them in the darkness, look for them where they are lost.
Their world is of shadow and smeared with uncertainty, aching cold.
Unrelieved by noise and color heaped on noise and color.
Sing of freedom and grace. Of light and skies unsullied by gray.
Messiah of the World to Come, beckon with gentle hands, call them to Shalom.
By Sally Stroud
