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Keith Green

July 29, 2015


Old Friends

July 27, 2015


Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin’ through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears

“Our days may come to seventy years,
    or eighty, if our strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,
    for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
Teach us to number our days,
    that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
    for as many years as we have seen trouble.” (From Psalm 90)


July 17, 2015


Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,

Guilty of dust and sin.

But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack

From my first entrance in,

Drew near to me, sweetly questioning

If I lack’d anything.


“A guest,” I answered, “worthy to be here.”

Love said, “You shall [s]he be.”

“I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,

I cannot look on Thee.”

Love took my hand and smiling did reply,

“Who made the eyes but I?”


“Truth, Lord; but I have marr’d them: let my shame

Go where it doth deserve.”

“And know you not,” says Love, “Who bore the blame?”

“My dear, then I will serve.”

“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”

So I did sit and eat.

— George Herbert


“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.” (Revelation 3:20)

Love that doesn’t run out

February 20, 2015

Incredible film. I was saddened by these words though: “I have loved you. I did my best.” Because let’s be honest. Our best isn’t good enough. Our love runs out. But His doesn’t. His love endures for ever. We love because he first loved us.

How precious is your steadfast love, O God!

(Psalm 136, 1 John 4:19, Psalm 36:7)

“We are such insignificant creatures on a minor planet of a very average star in the outer suburbs of one of a hundred thousand million galaxies… that it is difficult to believe in a God that would care about us or even notice our existence.” (Stephen Hawking)

“When I look at the heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars,  which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?” (Psalm 8:3-4)

“Your love, LORD, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.” (Psalm 36:5)

IN:5 Love

January 17, 2015

On your marks…

January 26, 2014

For those of you who find the pattering feet of your mouse and the keys tapping away on your pilgrim keyboard encountering or returning to this webpage, I hope you will not be disappointed in finding a wealth of music reviews and poetry articles still to be read – both recent and buried in the archives (like treasure).

If you’re new to calm in the chaotic, why not start by reading the About page?

Otherwise, you could start by exploring the Music list, finding out what is meant by Watch-Listen-Tell or, if poetry is your starting point, by reading the overview here.

(Photo taken from CBC News)


December 9, 2013

Don’t believe in yourself; believe in the God who made you.

“God has given us a life to live… and the greatest gift of eternity – His Son”: the Way, the Truth and the Life (John 14:6).