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

Prison Visit

Prison Visit

A man from church no longer free,

In prison now I went to see,

I do not even know the crime,

For which he goes to spend his time.

I only know he and his wife,

Are trying to forge a better life,

In Christ they hold to bear the scars,

Yet torn apart by prison bars.

I missed the man and so one day,

I called before he went away,

Now bound in fate where life befalls,

We meet behind the prison walls.

A lonely walk up to the gate,

To meet the many guards who wait-

Within the fenced topped razor wire,

I’m frisked and checked for right attire.

I finally see him face-to-face,

A handshake and a firm embrace,

The hours fly by; we sit and chat-

Of people, places; this and that.

The time now comes that I must go,

He says one thing he’d like to know,

He hopes I’ll visit soon again,

Perhaps next week; farewell ‘til then.

Quite soon I’m in the car to ride,

With gorgeous view the countryside,

And, think of him with thoughts that he,

One day unbound and finally free!

Peter Lowell Paulson

August 20, 2016

Midsummer Song

Midsummer Song

I heard midsummer’s song near fade,

As asters in garden played,

Red clover and the dahlia, too,

So take my hand I’ll walk with you.

The yellow yarrow yawns nearby,

As purple coneflower says, “Goodbye”,

Our scarlet amaranth in view,

As hand in hand I walk with you.

Along the garden path we wend,

The grandest day with my best friend,

We’ll share each bright and brilliant hue,

As hand in hand I’ll walk with you!

Peter Lowell Paulson

August 6, 2016

Splash and Splish

Splash and Splish

Tiny toes that splish and splash,

Captured wind within the dash-

of little girls and little boys,

Bubbles blown on breeze of joys.

Tousled hair and tired eyes,

End of day; the book read prize,

Close your eyes and make a wish,

And, dream about each splash and splish!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 30, 2016