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PHall | April 23, 2020
Thou will I glory, for lifting me up; rival, not over me, not my foes, triumph. Yahweh God, I cried, Healed me from Sheol. Helped, raised, spared, death sighed. Pit, grave, survived soul. Unto Yahweh sing Holy, holiness. Thou remembrance ring, Faithful saints of His.
PHall | November 4, 2014
PU, alternately it’s spelled. “Phew!” exclaimed means stink, stench, and smell. Not for few, its fatigue, relief; Felt at last when sermon not brief. P H sounds like the F in “few;” Phew smelled by many in a pew. So preach well and preach to each heart; B4 their “seats” want to depart.
PHall | May 19, 2014
Uncomfortably, oft through friends who disagree, Hubris, foolishness we begin to see, Divine fault? God’s cross says it’s in them or me. So I strain fellowship with those who think me ill. Unkindness prevails, their courtesy nil. Friends despite them, not to spite them; Agape’s will. Mutuality forsaken, they bid me “go.” Deprived […]
PHall | March 24, 2014
Creation worships at dawn, God’s birds by design burst into song. Creation knows not our book, Our honored tradition they forsook. Worship for God’s other flock? Scriptural time, eleven o’clock.
PHall | December 21, 2013
“I AM,” born to die, then rise, from death’s tomb. To Bethlehem, in Mary’s virgin womb. Birthed in stable, in home and hearts, no room. Angels shout, “Peace on Earth,” voices abloom. “Glory to God;” divine night knows no gloom. Shepherds, sheep they leave, later to resume. Gold, frankincense, myrrh, birth’s and death’s perfume. Magi […]
PHall | June 25, 2013
Some pray with their heads bowed; Some stand with outreached hands; Some pray in tears out loud; All short of God’s commands. Others look down their holy nose; Others falsely on knees; Other’s disdain exposed; “Thank you I’m not like these.” All less than pure, than He; All our fears, doubts allayed; All […]
PHall | June 7, 2013
To see beyond the human skin; Not red, yellow, black, brown or white; Is seeing God’s image within; Seeing beyond mere human sight; God’s likeness all equally share; Using God’s eyes is how we see; The divine image we do bare; Sons of man and God, we must see.
PHall | January 10, 2013
My hair is not like Spring; freshly sprouting. Nor like the Summer; long, full and flowing. Not even like Winter, white from snowing. It’s Autumn, changing colors and falling.
PHall | October 7, 2012
A shaming grace, how crude the sound; Compares a wretch like he. He once lived wild, no doubt hellbound; Grace says equal to me? T’was grace said his sin equals mine; “Through grace we’re all perceived.” Though my sin compares so benign; Equal ‘cause he believed? Through God’s sermons, the gospel dares; Call evil sinners come. ‘Tis […]
PHall | September 28, 2012
FEW are so open to SHARE; BARE our truth, for them to VIEW. LOST to self, purpose, to GOD; FRAUD, identity is COST. FAR easier to mask, to BE; FREE no more, cloaked in hurt’s SCAR. DARE to be a sincere YOU; INTO, bruised, ridicule’s LAIR. FEAR, rejection is our NAME; BLAME, hiding me to […]