*ALMOST HOME

ALMOST HOME

The world falls far, yet farther down 

Men call good, bad; and deem right wrong.

The simple ever bow to cry--

In deepening night: God watches by.

And harmless hearts yearn hard to go

The Spirit calls in silver tones.

And all the while, on bended knees

Souls tremble as God speaks.

And there comes singing, high, profound--

His golden wing flutters around.

The truth is written; please endure.

The world is grasped in majesty.

This is the thing: we ever long.

Sometimes there are God's tears in songs;

A harp yet spans the heavens by

As our Redeemer draweth nigh.

~Abby Elizabeth Charland

JUDGMENT *

Judgment

O kings of the earth-- behold the sky
That pours out plagues and woe:
Your weight in balance, wanting--
Your foolish pride brought low.

For Emmanuel comes-- our Saviour
Jesus Christ the King shall return to claim
The peculiar ones, the faithful--

Who suffer for his name.

Thunders portend the demise of treachery--
And proclaim the glorious Son;
God rends the rim of heaven--
His righteous judgement comes.

The tempest forms to purge the world
Of lies and bitter sin;
And all the saints who watch and pray
Abide safe beneath God's wing.

But the wicked rage to see the terrible skies

Knowing God soon will crush Lucifer's phoney throne--
Every luminous deception,
Each evil scheme-- undone!

O tremble at the word of our God,
Who revenges every wrong;
And he strengthens all who watch and pray,
And comforts his saints in song.

A small moment more, of darkness
'Til he rides in on billowed clouds;
Fear not the shattering of this world
Nor the shred of fleshly shrouds--

But steady your eyes on Jesus,
For he will ne'er forsake:
Your treasure is kept in Heaven
And your mansion death can't take.

For the faithful, this is promised;
Truth and righteousness will prevail.
Do not falter, do not faint--
What Abba promised cannot fail.




(~sister Abby Elizabeth)

"Die with Christ, Rise with Christ!", and other false baptisms...

This is the Hand

THIS IS THY HAND

This is the hand of God, my God

This, the Word that touches me;

His glory makes me tremble--

His sword-- it cuts, and frees.

For this hopeless heart was broken

Like a clod of dirt-- to receive--

The seed he planted with his own hand

The word of life: conceived.

Yea, it was the hand of God, my God

That touched me when I cried in the night

The potter's vessel, broken-- dead--

Filled with holy light.

And he who bought this filthy clod

He rides upon the clouds!

He fills mine eye with light and grace

And rends death's useless shrouds!

So-- you ask me why I love him...?

But how is it that you can't see...?

His hand was pierced, his gracious hand

That hand, it bled for me.

Oh my God, have mercy

Oh, let the proud concede thy power,

Before the dismal night consumes them all 

In some stupid, bitter hour--

For it is your hand that conquers all--

It is your hand that breaks--

The bonds of Hell and death and sin

(And the dirty heart that aches)

To bring forth light in darkness;

To cut the mortal bands;

Captives freed and captors crushed--

By thy hand, thy glorious hand!

~sister Abby Elizabeth

The Storm *

 

THE STORM

Beneath the star-strewn heavens

The world collapses in clouds disarrayed:

Foolish dreams by God unspun

Unraveling, to rain.

Sad, and swift, this unfurling--

But in our yearning we must agree,

The bright return of Jesus

Shall make all deep waters, flee.

Thus, this whirling wind, a-turning

Fills our Father's purpose, full--

And we who behold, yet weeping

Reach for that heavenly pull--

And joy cascades, resplendent

Upon souls, in Christ so dear

Who hunger for his righteousness

And keep his mercy near--

Alighted with the word of truth

Though the way sometimes be dark--

Jesus carries us, in torrents

And comforts with his spark.

~ Abby Elizabeth Charland

Stillness*

 

STILLNESS

(a song in Winter)

There is a Light in Zion

Where the saints abide, always;

Beyond the schemes of wicked men--

Beyond these heavy, hollow days.

God regards the heart, that flutters

For grace, and truth, and light;

His word cascades in crystals--

But dead men seek the night.

Silent trees, immense, bear witness, too

As snow sinks on bare limbs,

As we offer up through solemn drifts

Tender, sacred hymns.

Though dark devices men yet imagine

Saints render the word of life, apart

Seeds cast into a wasteland

With longing in the heart.

As ice cases over leaf and love,

Tears might almost drown the little birds;

No bells tolled for helpless babies--

Yet the God of Heaven heard.

Beyond death's cold clutch, the Lord is risen

Even as technology spatters stains;

Beyond the crush of men's devices

The Lord shall come again.

O be still and know that he is God

No matter what seems to be.

Beyond this pale and frozen world

His wings will carry thee.

~Abby Elizabeth Charland

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For the Brethren *

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As grass that withers, swept away--

The world fades and shimmers low;

May peace be thine, my brethren

As only Christ's, can know.

For what foreknew such glory

Could be etched on earthy hearts?

His love lightens the shadow,

As grace the Word imparts.

The world may shake and shatter,

And oceans billows roar--

But high upon his mighty wing

The servant's prayers soar.

For this, the living sacrifice

These eyes, these hands, these tears--

Bowed before the throne of grace

Our Savior holds us, near.