I’m Free

I’m Free

When I do good I feel good, but when I am bad I don’t,

But, does our God who made all “me” control all this; He won’t,

He calls to me, he draws me in; his plan is always good,

He has all pow’r, but sets me free to choose Him as I should.

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 31, 2018

The Problem of Evil or God's Response to Evil

The Problem of Evil or God's Response to Evil

Philosophers of evil laud,
In heaven; earth there is no God,
The fawn in forest fire dies,
The little child beaten cries.

In every life evil we meet,
The pain and suffering replete,
Believers struggle as we go,
In wondering what God must know.

It’s rare howe’er to think of good,
To balance evil as we should,
The placid wave on every beach,
Each breath of air within our reach.

Our fingers move to make the bread,
Each muscle moves to turn our head,
To see with eyes and widen grin,
To cross a finish line and win.

If every cell that multiplies,
Were counted for each one that dies,
And, every heartbeat in our chest,
Must matter fore it takes its rest.

Yes, evil’s here; a force indeed,
And, we must note each dour deed,
Yet, faith in God is where I’m free,
In Christ there’s final victory!

So if I fall so low I laud,
It’s ne’er beneath the hands of God!

Peter Lowell Paulson
January 27, 2018

Written while reading, “The Problem of Evil” [copyright 2017] the book authored by my philosophy professor of Suffering, Tragedy, and Christian Faith, Dr. Michael L. Peterson - Asbury Theological Seminary

Reflections of Love

Reflections of Love

Traveling with my lady fair,

Down the road to nowhere,

Somewhere,

Anywhere,

Wintry landscapes,

Sunny skies,

I hear her soul in breathless sighs,

I love you,

I  love you,

Walking with my lady fair,

In early days a country road,

Autumn trees,

Holding hands,

A touch that thrilled me,

Chilled me to my very core,

I adore you,

I adore you,

Sitting with my lady fair,

Reading your book,

I look,

Sunlit necklace,

Golden hair,

A pretty face and more,

I am drawn to who you are,

You know the whole of me,

And, you love me,

You love me,

What more could a man desire,

I love you,

I adore you,

And, in life,

It’s you I desire most,

It’s you I love,

And, you alone!

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 17, 2018

What to Do

What to Do

Ever think what you will do when first you ope’ your eyes,

You’ve laid in bed too far; too long and thought of bye-and-byes,

And, now your feet must hit the floor and throw off evening mask,

You head into the darkened house, and ponder your first task.

Last night the daily chores were done; the house is spic-and-span,

The dishes; laundry put away; your spouse the vacuum ran,

One looks around at this and that; there’s nothing much to do,

You stop and stare at this and that; you haven’t single clue.

You cannot watch the T.V. now; the noise will wake the wife,

That half read book you’ve read before seems dull and lacks much life,

Until the sun comes pouring out and streams throughout your home,

The best that I can think to do is sit and write a poem!

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 10, 2018