All Scripture Is Given by Inspiration of God, and Is Profitable for Doctrine

Words condense like gath'ring clouds--
Holy Writ in nimbostratus ink--
sky-pillar God in clapping thunder loud
poured forth incarnated torrent.

Word became flesh flash-flooding earth
in waves of hydrologos truth:
you'll find Eden at the Savior's birth,
the same God wat'ring Old and New.

We Also Are Compassed About with So Great a Cloud of Witnesses

The Lord breathed life
then blew it heavenward
scattering the dust to which
she had returned--
a specter glist'ning
in the sun-lit beams
whose specks are haunting
homes and picture frames.

So too, one day
the Lord will scatter 
you and me like dust
blown off the counter-top
and gather us into
those sun-lit beams:
two specters called,
returning home,
and filling out the frame.

Unto the Possession of His Fathers Shall He Return

I sold myself a slave to sin--
poor in power, poor in grace--
and labored vainly in that place
as though I were an alien.

Then the trumpet sounded jubilee
and returned me to inheritance.
My Savior was from Heaven sent
to set me at my liberty.