It is Finished

It is Finished

Friday was heinous:
His body bled,
Thorns pierced his head,
His skin in shreds.
And then, “It is finished.”

Saturday was anxious:
Filled with affright–
Dark had killed Light–
And nothing was right
Because it was finished.

But Sunday was glorious:
Death had been hacked–
Life waged an attack,
Supreme comeback,
And it was finished.


His Love Endures Forever

His Love Endures Forever

Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good.

His love endures forever.

 He is greater than the gods of wood.

His love endures forever.

 The earthly lords are under His throne.

His love endures forever.

 Miraculous works are His alone.

His love endures forever.

Give thanks to Him who made the skies.

His love endures forever.

He parted the water so earth could rise.

His love endures forever.

Thank Him who made the greatest lights—

His love endures forever.

the sun for day, the moon for night.

His love endures forever.

With a mighty hand and outstretched arm,

His love endures forever.

 He saved His people from certain harm.

His love endures forever.

 Threw their enemies below the sea,

His love endures forever.

 Though they were slaves, He set them free.

His love endures forever.

He remembered us in our low estate

His love endures forever.

Our faith is small; His grace is great.

His love endures forever.

He provides for those who call Him friend.

His love endures forever.

Give thanks to the God whose love will not end.

His love endures forever.

Mary’s Song

Mary’s Song


My soul magnifies my God,
And my spirit rejoices in the Lord
Because He saw us in a lowly state,
Yet our salvation is assured.

Generations will be blessed
Through His holy, mighty name.
With the strength of His arms,
He scatters those with fame.

As he humbles worldly kings,
He uplifts the paupers.
He fills the hungry with good things.
He calls them sons and daughters.

He did not forget His mercy.
He remembers us so low.
Just as He led our fathers,
He will lead us even now.

Adapted from Luke 1:46-55

Oatmeal Cookies

Oatmeal Cookies


I hear the timer beep; my snack is ready.

I smell sweet cinnamon coming from the oven, and

I see the soft circles waiting patiently on the pan.

I feel a scalding disk sear my satisfied tongue.

I taste the heavenly combination of oats, sugar, and butter.

I sense happiness and fulfillment.

Closing Comraderies: July {Caroline Kristen}

Closing Comraderies: July {Caroline Kristen}


Before I even knew Caroline had a blog, I asked her to be my Closing Comrade for the month of July.  Caroline is my suite mate at college, and when I saw this poem hanging on her wall, I knew that I wanted to share it on my blog.  A few weeks ago, Caroline sent me a link to her blog, and I was happy to find that she has many more beautiful poems to share.  Be sure to check out her page!


You are beautiful,
No matter what anyone else says,
No matter what anyone else thinks about you.
Their opinions do not define you;
God does.
He knows who you are:
You are His.
No one can take that away from you;
Not your so-called friends,
Not your enemies,
Not even a guy in whom you want to find your worth;
Your identity is found in Him.
The One Who gave Himself for you,
The One Who loved you enough to take your imperfection
And turn it into something beautiful.
The One Who saw your worthless and helpless state
And saved your life from an eternity of hell,
Making you worthy in His sight because of Christ.
He loves you.
Isn’t He enough?
Isn’t He worth living for?
Love Him…
Because He loves you
More than you will ever comprehend
And He is enough…

Copyright © 2015 Caroline K. Schools

Poem by Caroline Kristen

Psalm 20:7

Psalm 20:7


Some boast in their…

     Aesthetic beauty,

     Charming demeanor,

     Exuberant friendships,

     Glowing health,

     Illustrious job,

     Kind lifestyle,

     Mighty nature,

     Obvious popularity,

     Quantitative riches,

     Scholarly teaching,

     Upcoming victories,

     Whimsical xenoglossy,

     Youthful zeal.

But I will boast in the Lord, my God.

The Morning of Christmas

The Morning of Christmas


‘Twas the first Christmas morning, and in Bethlehem’s town,

People were hurrying and scurrying around.

The Census had come. It was time to be counted–

That’s why everyone was scurrying about–and

Just down the road, below a crowded inn,

The animals had just watched a new life begin.

Inside their stable, there was a manger.

Inside of this trough, lay the new stranger.

Last night had been special.  The angels had sung.

The shepherds were fearful, but to town they had run.

They’d been to the stable.  They’d worshiped the King.

They gave what they had, though they had little to bring.

But now it was morning.  Did anyone care

About the Babe in the manger?  He was still lying there.

Maybe people were jostling for places in line

To make sure the census was counted in time.

Or maybe they were helping a harried spouse

Clean after the travelers who’d lodged in their house.

So they went through their day as if nothing was new,

As if they had something better to do.

But what could be better than time with the Child–

Our God born lowly, meek, and mild?

Now, on this Christmas, it’s time to believe

That Christ is the best gift we’ve ever received.