How I wonder, where I wonder
Is a place so far away
A place I wish to stay
And sin never causes sway.
Help me show and don’t say No
To life ever happy
Living without tragedy
And alone designed for me.
Does it exist beyond our bliss
Of reality this afternoon?
My nativity’s evil gloom
And worldly sorrowful tune.
Now is the time to find
Light in darkness’s way.
How beautifully shone today
As knees bend and tongues pray.
The fight is won, glory to the Son
To whom all is given fully
The Sacrifice nailed to a tree
and painfully done for me.
Revised from a poem I wrote on October 7, 1999
Source: Philippians 2:1-11
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.
Having no emotion,
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,
Honest prayer to Lord Jesus raised.
World crashing in.
No matter what, Satan can’t win.
Curvy, hilly highway–minds drove.
Now is emotion,
Moving swift as a shiny locomotion.
“What is so good about Good Friday?” asked a girl with a quizzical look. When we scan the surface of the events surrounding Good Friday they do not seem so good, in fact, they appear grotesque. How could the horrific death of the Jesus be so good, when a bloody and baffling execution appears so bad? This question begs another:
What if Jesus never came?
Or instead, accepted immediate fame?
What if He never walked this earth?
And purposed to die from birth?
What if Jesus never willfully died?
And lived a ludicrous lie?
What if He never became the sinless sacrifice?
And tumbled in temptations vices?
What if Jesus never bore God’s wrath?
And became righteousness on my behalf?
What if He complained and moaned?
And left my sin unatoned?
What if Jesus copped out of the crucifixion?
And put a pause on propitiation?
What if to Him redemption did not matter?
Or withheld glory from His Father?
What if Jesus decided not to save?
Or remained hidden in the grave?
What if He failed to rise again?
Or reconcile mankind from within?
I thank God that He did die that day,
Demonstrating and redefining a Good Friday.
Amidst sorrow and melancholy mood,
I can confidently say, “We got IT good.”