Saturday, September 10, 2016

Perfumed Ointment

Isn't it enough for me,
When my precious Lord receives
Treasures I pour on His feet
As perfumed ointment?
Isn't it enough to give
My best exclusively for His
Sole enjoyment, then to kiss
With perfumed ointment?
It’s enough. That’s the answer
When I break as alabaster.
What I lavish on my Master
Is His essence.

written by: Carolyn-Elizabeth Roehrig   
            (inspired by preacher poet, Robert Fultz, when he posted, “Sometimes I wanna be like the alabaster box, broken and spilled out; lavished on Jesus!”)

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Love Me Like This


You've heard me say,
"I'm going away-"

Please don't bereave
Your loss when I leave;
Open your heart
To what love imparts,
Freest treasure
In selfless measure.

I've been to you 
Life, the Way, and Truth-

Though I go home,
I won't leave you alone;
It's not pretend, 
I've promised to send-
Comfort and peace,
The Spirit in Me.

I know you yearn
For My soon return-

Be still and lend
Your heart while I spend
These precious last days
At My father's place.
I'll come; I will,
But for now, be still.

Love Me today,
I've shown you the way-

Come to the cross 
And there, count the cost.
Count what I see,
What's set before Me,
Count My joy! It's worth
More than gems on earth.

"If you loved Me, you would rejoice because I say, 'I am going to the Father.'"
-John 14:28

written by: Carolyn-Elizabeth Roehrig