The Road is Open

Life is full of adventure, longing, and unexpected thrills. As we travel this long road, we look forward to a better day when the happy endings will be made real. Are we there yet?

This Broken Jar

This Broken Jar

Where does love shine?

Can it pierce the darkest deep?

Freely you say to pour it as a choicest wine,

Yet I have not a drop to keep.

How much will you let this jar break?

Each day seems more of my hope to take.


My flesh, O God, you have struck,

And upon my bones dwells a curse.

Here I dwell in dirt and muck.

Could I be set to anything worse?

How long will you hide your face?

O that my eyes could see your grace!


Once in a garden his eyes were cast low,

And blood bit his brow.

Such pain he would soon know.

Death, his portion now.

His tears fell into your cup,

Yet you would soon lift him up.


For a moment Christ was forsaken.

From him your face was hidden

And heaven was shaken.

What pain for him was bidden!

Yet he was not willed to the grave.

He you were mighty to save.


Jesus endured the deep night,

Tasted the most bitter grape,

So I could dance in the light

And death escape.

He is God’s love most true,

Given for me and you.


Is suffering our lot?

Christ is forever near,

Closer than our next thought.

To him we are so dear.

This jar may break all through,

But, behold, he is making all things new.

Love Remembered

Love Remembered