Christos

Christos

Christos, Christos Lord and King,

Above all names in Heaven ring-

Resounds through all of human strife,

In joy suffusing purposed life!

That you upon the earth would care,

That you upon the cross would bear,

All sin which separates us all,

Into your heart in Heaven’s call.

And, so to you my life I give,

In passionate resolve I’ll live,

Though I may err; each day I’ll sing,

Oh, Christos, Christos Lord and King!

Peter Lowell Paulson

September 14, 2016

Summer Cold

Summer Cold

There’s little less than I quite dread,

That moment as I lay in bed,

It frightens me from head to toes,

That single dribble in my nose.

The intellect which is within,

Assesses it’s an allergen,

A bit of dust in bedroom breeze,

Fear starts to rise at my first sneeze.

I try to hold it in; I do,

And, then two more, “A-choo, A-choo”,

It’s no one’s fault, and still I pray,

It can’t be now I’ve planned my day!

Peter Lowell Paulson

September 3, 2016