Author: Brent Stephen Kuhlmann
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The St. John’s Flood
The waters rose, threatening havoc,fear, destruction, calamity.All grew quiet. The water crested.A gasp for breath. No escape.”Victim Drowned”, would read the headline.”Old man gone, swept away.”Not a trace of his existencecould be found when they searched that day.Baptismal river, raging torrent,scoured the stains that marked a life.Baptismal river, death for certain.Pulled him under until he
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In The Beginning
You were there. In the beginning.When we received the breath of life.You knew we broke the only rule.You saw us try to hide.We had failed to trust God’s goodness.We bought the serpent’s lie.We disobeyed, deflected blame.Sin’s wages cost our lives.But you came seeking.To restore. To liberate. To free.To end our fear of death and hell.To
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I Am With The Shepherd
I am with the Shepherd.He cares for all my needs.Daily bread. Quiet protection.His love surrounding me.I don’t worry about him leaving.He’s always close at hand.When I was young and prone to wander,he traced my reckless paths.Ever gentle. Always kind.He bandaged all my wounds.He reminded me he loved me.I grew to love him, too.Now, my days
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Trophies
I want to see your scarsin heaven.The ones you earnedfor me.I want to feeltheir indentations.The ones carved outso brutally.By whip. By nail.By spear and thorn.Trophies gladly worn.Because you love me.I want to see them.I want to feel them.I want to kneel in adoration.Raise my arms in jubilation!Rejoice with every gathered nation,as we shout your Name
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Out of Your Way
You went out of your wayto meet the worst.The ones cast out,condemned and cursed.The ones deemed vile,unclean, so foul,the ones society consigns to hell.Thieves and whores,the demon-possessed,lepers and cheatsand hypocrites.When nobody thoughtthey could be redeemed,you went out of your wayfor these.You go out of your wayto meet the worst.the ones cast out,condemned and cursed.When nobody
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Love and Rescue
So often,you’ve come seeking.To break my chains.To lead me home.So often,I’ve resisted.Preferred my placein Satan’s hold.Love and Rescue,meet Rebellion.Overcome my thirst for sin.Love and Rescue,claim this Wild One.Tame my spirit.Bring change within.Love and Rescueon that Friday,when they raised youtoward the sky.Pierced by nails.Crowned with thorns.Love and Rescueas you died.Love and Rescuefor every sinner,doesn’t matter what
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Last Gasp
Jesus, please come find me.I’ve run off. I can’t find home.I’ve tried to do life my way.That hasn’t worked so well.I’m about worn out.I need your rest.Forgiveness. Peace.Your gift of faith.My sins are great.My prayers are weak. O Jesus, come.Rescue me.
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Mercy
He died for broken promises. Every breath that’s been untrue.