Original poem by Britney Lyn Hamm. All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be shared without attribution or reproduced without written consent. I wish I could remember when I first wrote this poem – what was happening in life, what prompted it. Truly, I have no idea. I found it in a file … Read more
IV. HOME I poured my body over His My ribs, they wracked with grief Why had He come only to die, How could this be the end? If death had won what was the point? The other path it beckoned me Perhaps the wrong road had I chosen Perhaps it was time to see My … Read more
III. DEATH He brought me to my feet And lifted his shirt high He placed my hand upon his side I jerked back with a cry Tears they brimmed my stricken eyes He smiled and wiped my tear “See my child,” he whispered, “It’s by these stripes you’re healed.” Without control my tears poured down … Read more
II. ENCOUNTER Then on that path I stumbled low And fell face to the ground That voice grew louder, closer still I trembled in prostrate bow A gentle hand reached out to me And lifted my chin high And what I saw did not expect Filled was I with bewildered awe I saw a face … Read more
I began writing this story poem several years ago. Easter week seems an appropriate time to finish writing it as I reflect on the meaning of this week. I pray that reading it in each installment blesses you as much as writing it has blessed me – and don’t judge; I’m a novelist, not … Read more
Oh, Abba, Can I just stay here in your arms? Here with you in the shelter of your wings? Can I just hold on to you with my face buried against you to hide my tears? Can I just stay up here and hide away with you in the Word and prayer and song? There … Read more
Forgive me, Lord, for the things in this world I’ve put security in Forgive me, Lord for the things I’ve held on to Unwilling to let go Forgive me, Lord, for the things in my heart I’ve been so blind to Forgive me, Lord, for the things in my life I’ve taken control of Lord … Read more