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April 2, 2017 · 10:14 pm

Poem

What a friend we have in Jesus.

Please don’t tell me that everything happens for a reason.
Cause if there was always a reason, then there would be more healin’.
If cancer was the plan – then why am I still reelin’?
This pain’s not going away – it’s not just here for a season.
They say you are a mighty God – so why did she stop breathin’?
I prayed and prayed and Prayed and PRAYED that you would give this some meanin’

But there she lay.
Tumor in the brain.
My tears pour like rain.
Calling out a name,
When she wasn’t moaning.
Calling out a name,
When she wasn’t groaning.
Calling out a name she didn’t know – and it wasn’t Jesus,
A friend for 75 years, and what good did that do her?

What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and grief to bear.

So I lay next to her.
I hold her hand next to her.
I stroke her hair next to her.
I read the Psalms next to her.
I pray to God next to her.
I stop and sing next to her:

What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear. What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer.

Please don’t tell me everything happens for a reason.
But this love we share – it will always have meaning.
This love we share – Eternity is its season.

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April 16, 2013 · 9:10 am

Light of the World: Be the Change

A portion of the poem, “Light of the World:Be the Change”

Our world was left smudged, marred and despondent
Until…..
Mercy ran back into carnage and extended its human hand

Read the rest of the poem at the Queen Book Buff blog

Light of the World: Be the Change.

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September 9, 2009 · 2:35 am

Invitation (or Evangelism)

Invitation (or Evangelism)
by Robb McCoy

A child reaches out her hand.
There is no fear of rejection.
There is no self conscious worry or doubt.
There is invitation.
There is simply music, and dancing is more fun when you hold someone’s hand.

A child reaches out her hand and takes it.
There is no set of steps.
There are no moves.
There is no clumsiness or fear of people watching.
There is simply music, and dancing is more fun with a partner.

A child reaches out her hand.
There is no stranger.
Two children dance. There is
no race
no gender
no class
no status.
Two children hold hands and jump and twirl and laugh and sing out loud. Colors swirl, hair bounces, feet move with frenetic energy as arms swing to no other rythm than what beats in their heart. There is
Only joy.

A child reaches out her hand to another reaching out hers.
There is simply music, and dancing is more fun when you dance with a friend.

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November 30, 2008 · 11:57 am

Etablished, Unfulfilled

It’s a little cheesy, and you can tell that I have been reading some Dr. Seuss with my daughter, but here’s my first try at poetry in over ten years:

Established, unfulfilled, here and yet to be.
People of God, unwilling to see.

Where’s the Prince of Peace in the midst of such war?
We’re in the image of God, yet corrupt to core.
Peace that we seek, for peace do we yearn.
While cities and buildings and children still burn.

Dividing walls built in hearts and with brick
By people who hold onto Bibles so thick.
Telling us who we can and cannot love,
Pharisees all try to strangle the dove.

Through the darkness does break a beacon of hope.
In midst of rough waters a life-saving rope.
Lo a child is born in a manger so rough,
Letting us know that, YES, love is enough.

Love your neighbor, Love God, there is nothing more.
And suddenly the seams of the curtain, they tore.
In the midst of fighting and chaos and doom,
We know that our Creator is saving a room.

The Kingdom of God is still unfulfilled,
We continue to struggle for what God has willed.
Love mercy, do justice, walk humbly with God.
Eat dinner with sinners, the poor and the odd.

Though sometimes the Kingdom comes painfully slow,
Together we struggle, together we go,
to the Kingdom of God, our victory won
Established, unfulfilled, our stuggle not done.

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