Thursday, February 20, 2020

O Worship the King

I will sing to the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have my being {Psalm 104:33 NASB}.

O worship the King all-glorious above,
O gratefully sing his power and his love:
our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days,
pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.

O tell of his might and sing of his grace,
whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
and dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

Your bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
it streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
and sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
in you do we trust, nor find you to fail.
Your mercies, how tender, how firm to the end,
our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!

O measureless Might, unchangeable Love,
whom angels delight to worship above!
Your ransomed creation, with glory ablaze,
in true adoration shall sing to your praise!

Author: Robert Grant (1833)

Tuesday, February 18, 2020


God’s unfailing Love, who can fathom
This grace so freely given to creatures made of dust
How can I even know or understand how I caught Your gaze?
What could I have possibly done to earn this grace?
Who can know your glory?

I have nothing to offer to answer for such favor, it is unfathomable
For I see myself and repent in sackcloth and ashes
Only this…that worthy is the Lamb of God, hallelujah!
Lord, you are to be exalted for You reign!

Friday, March 30, 2018

The Bread and the Wine

The Bread and the Wine
Poem by George Herbert

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 nearer to me, sweetly questioning, if I lacked any thing.

A guest, I answered, worthy to be here: Love said, You shall be he. 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 marred 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.

Love (III) 

By George Herbert

Monday, November 28, 2016

An Advent Poem

The season is upon us Advent is here
I hope for the day that You will appear
You came to earth to dwell among
Immanuel, God with us, Heaven’s Song

Lord we prepare our hearts to receive You
You are the hope of Israel, and our hope too
God our Savior, the promised One from old
The Word from the beginning, arrival foretold

We will go out with joy, and be led forth with peace 
The angels deliver the message, our joy will never cease
The Christ Child has arrived goodwill toward all men
Shout for joy to God, all the earth! Our joy is full amen!

For God so loved the world, He gave His only Son
We were all sinners, lost, gone astray, undone
A stable in Bethlehem received the Holy Child
Not in pomp and circumstance, but meek and mild

Behold the Lamb of God who takes away our sin
The radiance of God's glory and the image of His being, 
The sinless Servant and redeemer wrapped as a baby boy
Glory to God in the highest, it is good news of great joy
in the city of David, born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. 

Piper Green © 2016

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

You Are Faithful

Oh Lord, thank You for not leaving me, when I left You
Lord thank You for being my friend, when I turned away
Lord, thank You for Your Faithfulness, when I was unfaithful
Lord thank You for Loving me, when I am unlovable
Thank You Lord for not letting go- when I made it easy for you to do so....

Piper Green
© 2013

Friday, April 1, 2016

My Passion

I stand here and look up to a cross on a hill
All of creation was in chaos but yet I was still
Amazed at the way you were beaten and torn
How could they hate you and show you only scorn?

Do they know that you did this out of such love?
Do they know you were sent here from above?
Yet it must be done so that all is as you have said
Oh Lord your torn body and the thorns in your head!

Oh Lord I helped drive that nail through your hand
Because we all turned away and sinned every man
You were led away as a lamb to the slaughter
Yet you did it to redeem every son and daughter

Oh Lord I pray let not your death be in vain
Or that I take for granted your suffering and pain
May I be faithful to you up until death
May I never deny you till I take my last breath

This was my passion I knew I must die
But not for long would I in a grave lie
For every person of creation was before my face
As I gladly died to pour out God’s grace

I was crucified so that all people will be
Chosen, cleansed and set apart for me
I long to know you and to call you my friend
So that we will be together always to the end

I gave you my body I Am the Bread of Life
Your are my spotless bride my beloved wife
I gave my blood poured out just for you
When you drink you are free, cleansed and anew

Take my body and blood in remembrance of me
Remember that I died to set every person free
I long to commune with you and call you by name
I paid the price so that you will never be the same

Piper Green

Monday, March 28, 2016

Michal: Lessons is Bitterness

Michal’s Lament
I am the luckiest woman in the land,
For this young man David has won my hand.
He is indeed the apple of every ladies’ eye,
He caused the Philistines to flee, and Goliath to die.

I dream of living in the palace and my husband being king,
But my father is full of hatred and I don’t know what tomorrow brings.
My husband may be home tonight or I will be mourning by daybreak,
This fighting between them—I don’t know how much I can take.

I dream that David will rescue me after all,
My dreams are dead, my head is hung low, as I am sure to fall.
I have been abandoned by those that I love, believing they felt the same;
I see now I am worth nothing to them, but a pawn in their game.

Look at him dancing before everyone; a fool for all to see.
His faith in the God of Israel; the ark of gold, is this how to be?
My heart is cold toward them; everything I had is long gone,
I resolve to make them pay; life’s pain has robbed me of my song.

© 2012 Piper Green
Revised 2014