Each Friday I post one of my poems.
O Lord, who on Mount Sinai long ago
Wrote in the rock the covenant of grace
Not once, but twice, when Jacob turned away,
And there to Moses spoke your perfect law
Out of the fiery cloud with trumpet blasts,
Help me to hear your holy voice today,
To know your certain precepts and obey.
O holy Word by whom all things were made—
Things seen and unseen, whether small or great,
Infernal, earthly, or in heaven above—
Who took our flesh upon you, bore the cross,
And carried up into the life of God
Our nature, where at his right hand you sit—
In my life, drifting far beyond my skill,
Come, order all things to your perfect will.
O divine Spirit, Comforter and Fire,
Who from the void, by Word, brought forth the light
And through the prophets spoke what was to come,
Who on your church came down in tongues of flame
And moves it still, from strength to victory:
Consume within me all that is not pure
That I may, till that final day, endure.
This poem first began to take shape in my mind a few months ago; it took me several weeks to write it (though admittedly I only thought about it when I pulled the paper I was writing on out, about once a week). I loosely modeled it on the hymn “Eternal Father, strong to save,” but wanted something more fitting to my own situation. I post it today because this coming Sunday is Trinity Sunday.
I always welcome your comments, critique, suggestions, or any other feedback on this poem or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog; in particular, I’d like to know which poems you think are my best.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.