Sun Dog

I know rainbows do not exist

Except as a property of light

I know that what I am seeing

Does not exists, and that

A mile away no one can see it

But just so it was

With shepherds on a hillside

And the multitude of heavenly host

That God reveals Himself

In quiet and unexpected ways

So I cannot but believe

That this phantom of light

Hanging above the world

Like a Christmas angel

Bears glad tidings of great joy

And that God is giving

His thumbs up to the world.

The Fairest Rose (A hymn)

The fairest rose is that which blooms
Upon the sacred tree
The sweetest fruit comes from the field
Of far-off Calvary
For he who made the sun to shine
And caused the days to turn
Gave his own life blood for his love
And our redemption earn.

Each thorn that pierced his homely brow
He wore it just for me
Each lash upon his back he bore
To set my spirit free.
That bitter wine upon his lips
Was all the comfort he
Was offered then to ease his pain
Of his his humanity

But there he broke the chains of sin
By his atoning loss
He broke the gates of hell and death
Made glory of the cross
No devil fierce or sin so foul
Could stand before its glare
Yet we who blind and helpless are
Behold it shining there.