Who made the flowers white – more white than morning snow?
Who made the sound of water and the fireflies to glow?
Who put the brightness in the sun and made the moon to shine?
Who put the faith that saved my soul into this heart of mine?
Who shakes the mountains? Who quiets the seas?
Who whispers tales to tall, shivering trees?
It is my Jesus – strong and meek.
The One who washed disciples feet.

Poem by my wife, Sarah Hutts

Artwork used with permission from Calvin Carter Art.

Jesus is

He is.
Jesus holds me closer than a friend.
He is my defender – Whose love will never end.
He is all my smiles.  He is all my tears.
Jesus is the truth that swallows all my fears.
Jesus is my light. Jesus is my path.
He it is Who carries me and pacifies God’s wrath.
Jesus is the merciful. Jesus is the law.
Both now and through eternity, He remains my All.

by my wife, Sarah

I’m pressed like a grape

from a good friend Hugo Butts


I’m pressed like a grape

Not crushed like a stone;


I’m perplexed like the Sphinx

Not in despair like grief


I’m persecuted like Jesus

Not abandoned like an orphan


I am struck to my knees

But my head is not hacked off


Life and death both live in me

But the life of Christ will win;


I believe therefore I have;

I pray because I believed


He will present me perfect before You

In a crowd that will bring glory


Grace in great quantity

Piled up glowing as in gold and precious stones.


An eternal thanksgiving where

The outer person is destroyed

And the inner person renewed


Light afflictions producing

An eternal weight of glory

As I worship the Unseen.


2 Corinthians 4:7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; 10 always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. 11 For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. 12 So death is at work in us, but life in you.

13 Since we have the same spirit of faith according to what has been written, “I believed, and so I spoke,” we also believe, and so we also speak, 14 knowing that he who raised the Lord Jesus will raise us also with Jesus and bring us with you into his presence. 15 For it is all for your sake, so that as grace extends to more and more people it may increase thanksgiving, to the glory of God.

16 So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. 17 For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, 18 as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.


changing tracks

Changing Tracks

Having no emotion,
What notion?
Being stagnant as a rusted locomotion!

Don’t know why?
As I try,
That desert tear ducts lack cry

A build up,
Trained playing pup.
The water to the brim of a cup.

My hair falls out,
Then I pout.
Attitude, behavior, character drought.

Want to sleep,
No past to keep.
Still can’t get into the deep.

In whisper voice,
Uplifted praise.
Honest prayer to Lord Jesus raised.

Unrepentant sin,
World crashing in.
No matter what, Satan can’t win.

Calling above,
Hearts shove.
Curvy, hilly highway–minds drove.

Now is emotion,
Great notion!
Moving swift as a shiny locomotion.