August 11, 2007

So I Will Praise Him in the Night

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The plans of God bring ebb and flow –
His wisdom thus ordains it.
Prosperity to want may go,
As His good hands arrange it.
Both day and night dispense His grace;
Both work to serve His pleasure.
By day we know the glorious Face
At night we learn to treasure.

We err to think the darkness bad,
When shadows mask our knowing,
For there refreshing dew is had
That keeps the flowers growing.
The waxing and the waning moon
Both work to mark the season.
The winter dawn and dusk of June
Alike display His reason.

Should we then seek that He explain
The circle of His blessing?
Our daily rhythms here maintain
Great patterns there expressing.
For sorrows come until the Day
When Night itself will vanish,
While Wisdom works its perfect way,
And Light, will darkness, banish.

The happy soul is then content
To know that He is faithful,
And through each difficult event
Remembers to be grateful.
For God commands each circumstance
To serve those of His calling.
His loving Hand of providence
Will keep the faint from falling.

So I will praise Him in the night,
This globe of sorrows surely turns.
See there His stars of promise bright;
Behold, the light of dawn returns.


-- K.Hartnett, August 2007


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This poem was inspired by the June 1st morning entry in Morning and Evening, Daily Readings by Charles Haddon Spurgeon.  I've copied the entry below. You can read other entries at the following link.

“The evening and the morning were the first day.”

(Genesis 1:5)

Was it so even in the beginning? Did light and darkness divide the realm of time in the first day? Then little wonder is it if I have also changes in my circumstances from the sunshine of prosperity to the midnight of adversity. It will not always be the blaze of noon even in my soul concerns, I must expect at seasons to mourn the absence of my former joys, and seek my Beloved in the night. Nor am I alone in this, for all the Lord’s beloved ones have had to sing the mingled song of judgment and of mercy, of trial and deliverance, of mourning and of delight. It is one of the arrangements of Divine providence that day and night shall not cease either in the spiritual or natural creation till we reach the land of which it is written, “there is no night there.” What our heavenly Father ordains is wise and good.

What, then, my soul, is it best for thee to do? Learn first to be content with this divine order, and be willing, with Job, to receive evil from the hand of the Lord as well as good. Study next, to make the outgoings of the morning and the evening to rejoice. Praise the Lord for the sun of joy when it rises, and for the gloom of evening as it falls. There is beauty both in sunrise and sunset, sing of it, and glorify the Lord. Like the nightingale, pour forth thy notes at all hours. Believe that the night is as useful as the day. The dews of grace fall heavily in the night of sorrow. The stars of promise shine forth gloriously amid the darkness of grief. Continue thy service under all changes. If in the day thy watchword be labour, at night exchange it for watch. Every hour has its duty, do thou continue in thy calling as the Lord’s servant until he shall suddenly appear in his glory. My soul, thine evening of old age and death is drawing near, dread it not, for it is part of the day; and the Lord has said, “I will cover him all the day long.”

From Morning and Evening; Daily Readings by Charles Haddon Spurgeon (Morning entry, June 1st)

June 09, 2007

And Love Ever Echoes

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Oh where might the voice of God be heard, 

And truth in fullness displayed? 

Was there such a place in all the earth 

His message was so conveyed? 

 

It was there on a hill beside the lake, 

He proclaimed what would set men free; 

And love echoed out across the land 

From Jesus of Galilee. 

 

****** 

 

And where might the prayer of God be known, 

Immortal conflict portrayed? 

Was e're such a place in all the earth 

A battle for spirits raged? 

 

It was there on a hill of olive groves 

He looked death in the face for me; 

And love echoed loudly in the night 

From Christ at Gethsemane. 

   

****** 

 

Oh where might the love of God be shown, 

In all its riches displayed? 

Was there such a place in all the earth 

Divine love should be surveyed? 

 

It was there on a hill outside the gate, 

It was there, meant for all to see, 

And love ever echoes in the earth 

From Jesus at Calvary.  

 

-- K. Hartnett, March 2006 

O the Riches in the Gospel!

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O the riches in the Gospel! 

Purposes no man conceived! 

Grace unfailing; love astounding, 

Given those who have believed! 

 

Pardon full for helpless sinners. 

Justified- though guilty be! 

Jesus cursed for our transgressions; 

We made righteous by decree! 

 

Peace with God, oh timeless marvel! 

Christ’s blood our security! 

Holiness at one with Favor; 

Heaven opened wondrously! 

 

Purpose in the Master’s kingdom; 

We, His worksmanship by grace, 

Cleansed to serve; alive in conscience; 

Spirit-filled to run the race. 

 

Pleasure in His highest priv’ledge: 

Sons of God by name are we! 

Heirs with Christ through God’s adoption; 

Called in love eternally!

 

O the riches in the Gospel! 

Purposes no man conceived! 

Grace unfailing; love astounding, 

Ever theirs who have believed!


-- K. Hartnett, November 2005

 

Pardon, peace, purpose, pleasure - oh what riches we have in Christ!

You Go Before Us

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Chorus

You go before us,

And what great comfort in the thought.

You've planned the future,

And love eternal is our lot!

Can it be You see my life through all eternity...

Waiting there for me?!

Oh gracious Father unto Thee

I pledge my love!

 

Verse One
Though my plans are filled with doubts and imperfections,

And the paths I choose do seem to go astray;

When I look again I see You there before me:

Establishing my steps along the way.

 

Verse Two
There's no mystery in Your purpose for the future.

Even now your faithful love's extending there.

You've made time to serve as keeper of Your blessings:

Another demonstration of Your care!


-- K. Hartnett, 1994
 

May 27, 2007

If He Had Faltered Even Once

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They spit upon His meekness, 

And struck Him in the face. 

Their floggers swung with hatred; 

They stripped Him in disgrace. 

Deep worked the Roman anger 

That tortured Him, a Jew; 

Yet this His contemplation: 

“They know not what they do.” 

 

His people cheered “Hosanna,” 

Then had Him crucified. 

They freed corrupt Barabbas; 

To sentence Him, they lied. 

He hung outside their city, 

Where leaders mocked Him too; 

Yet this, the hurt He carried: 

“I would have gathered you.” 

 

No angels came to help Him 

When Heaven on Him fell. 

The Devil tried to reach Him 

Through ev’ry lie in hell. 

Unthinkable the anguish 

As Father crushed the Son, 

Yet this His firm conviction: 

“Thy will, not mine, be done.” 

 

No selfishness, no hatred, 

No spitefulness was there. 

No unbelief, no cursing, 

No pity from despair. 

One sinful thought; one failure, 

And Love would not succeed. 

The ransomed souls of hist’ry 

Must His perfection plead. 

 

If He had faltered even once, 

In flames of hell would men abide. 

Then ponder Christ, and praise at length 

The strength of Him there crucified. 

   

-- K. Hartnett, May 2007

 

I wrote this one backwards, i.e. having the idea for the last four lines before writing the rest.  Verse one highlights Christ's physical sufferings; verse two, His emotional/mental and verse three, His spiritual.  The colossal irony that the very men who tempted Him to failure were among those He died in perfection to save captures my imagination - and praise.

 

February 19, 2007

Even So, Come Quickly

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Chorus

Even so, come quickly,
Oh my Lord do not delay!
You're my Blessed Hope,
And I long for You today.
Redeem my lowly body
And restore Thy perfect way.
How I yearn for Your returning,
And the wonder of that Day.

Verse One

The world rejects your wisdom
And has turned its back on grace;
Godless hearts surround me more and more.
I praise You for your mercy
And your love which so forbears,
But I see so much injustice
That I call to Thee who cares...

Verse Two

I see Your power around me,
And I marvel at Your ways;
The manner of your working I adore.
And yet my heart is aching;
There's a cry within my soul,
To leave behind the mortal
And to know redemption whole.

 

-- K. Hartnett, August 1996

Here Within Your Purposes

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You see events tomorrow
As clear as yesterday’s -
For all existence lays before You now.
Your purposes are timeless;
Your Word forever set;
Creation’s right to being, You endow.

And here within Your purposes is man,
A marvel of Your glorious endeavor
To manifest the riches of Your grace
In lovingkindness through Your Son forever.



You looked upon the future
From endless ages past
Determining the ones to call Your own,
And loosed a recognition
Of righteousness and grace
That through Your Son would bring them to Your throne.

And here within Your purposes I stand,
A marvel of Your glorious endeavor
To manifest the riches of Your grace
In lovingkindness through Your Son forever.



You chose to save a people-
Redeeming each by name-
Yet joined them as a fam’ly into one.
And this amazing temple,
From ev’ry age and race,
Will praise You into endless days to come.

And here within Your purposes we stand,
A marvel of Your glorious endeavor
To manifest the riches of Your grace
In lovingkindness through Your Son forever.


-- K. Hartnett, April 2006

 

 

 

We Esteemed Him Not

We esteemed Him not,

Nor sorrowed in our shame;

His suffering, our redemption wrought;

Yet we thought Him to blame.

We esteemed Him not;

Despised His bloodied face;

How foreign any notion that

In love He took our place! 

 

We regarded not

Our wickedness and guilt,

Nor recognized the Gift of God

Whose precious blood was spilt.

He regarded not,

Rejection, hate, and pride,

But offered up for sinful men

His hands, His feet, and side.

 

We esteemed Him not;

What thankless creatures, we!

Forsaking Him, our Blessed Hope,

The Christ, at Calvary!

Mocking while He bore

The stripes we should have worn,

We spurned His silent sacrifice,

And hurled on Him our scorn.

 

Lord, remember not

My spittle in Your beard;

Forgive the savage words, O God,

In hatred that I jeered.

Now, and ever more,

Your cross may I embrace;

Forever humbly honoring

The wonder of Your grace.

 

-- K. Hartnett, June 1999

 

He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.  Like one from whom men hide their faces He was despised, and we esteemed Him not.  (Isaiah 53:3)

This poem grew out of my meditation on Isaiah 53- a section of scripture I was memorizing with my children.  The 'poetry' of verse three particularly struck me.  Here Isaiah who lived hundreds of years before Christ, prophesies of Him in the past tense and includes himself - as if somehow projected into the future- with the statement '...we esteemed Him not.'  The inescapable sense of the text is that we all - past, present, and future, are responsible for Christ's death.  "All we, like sheep, have gone astray, and the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all."

 

November 28, 2006

He Came for Us

He came not to a temple
Nor to a palace bright;
His face felt not the sunshine,
But homeless chill of night;
No fragrant linens wrapped Him,
His bed was rude and spare.
He came among the lowly,
Their lowliness to share.


He came as Son of David,
God’s kingdom to increase;
To warring sons of Adam
He came as Prince of Peace.
The prophets had foreseen it-
This shoot from Jesse’s stem-
The promised hope of Jacob 
Would come from Bethlehem.

 
He came to free a people,
For ‘Jesus’ was His name;
To bear the sins of many,
The Lord of Love, He came.
He numbered with transgressors;
God’s judgment He withstood.
The splinters of the manger
Foretold a cross of wood.

 
He came for us, true Son of Man,
He came to pain and strife.
The Promised One, Emmanuel,
He came to bring us life!


--K. Hartnett, December 2005

I tried for a contemplative, quiet "feel" with this one.  What a wonderful truth that God so loved the world that He gave His only Son for us (John 3:16).

Christ Is Born in Bethlehem!

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Join your voice to angels singing, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
Son of God, His purpose bringing, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
To the very home of David, 
Comes the shoot of Jesse’s stem; 
Ancient promises fulfilling- 
Christ is born in Bethlehem!


From the least now comes the Leader! 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
Marvel at His gracious favor! 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
God selects what men deem foolish; 
Boasting He excludes from them. 
Raise your voice this truth to savor! 
Christ is born in Bethlehem!

 
Shepherd of the blind and helpless, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
Saving Son and Faithful Witness, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
Voice this thought in joyful wonder- 
God Himself aligns with men! 
Praise our Hope displayed incarnate- 
Christ is born in Bethlehem!


--K. Hartnett, May 2006


I was inspired to write this poem after reading a sermon by John Piper called From Little Bethlehem Will Come a Ruler in Israel.  I recommend it.

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