Today’s poem: Deep Calls to Deep
In tribute to Jill Phillips, Andy Gullahorn, and most especially to Andrew Peterson, whose songs call to God’s Spirit in people and the world in a way that I do not yet have words powerful enough to adequately extol. This poem has been brewing in my heart for a while, but after attending The Local Show the other day, and getting spiked through several times by the truth in their music, I just wanted to do something to say thank you.
So, though words are not enough, thank you.
I wrote this in honor of a dear friend and great man, Philip List Jr. No poem could capture the power of his legacy. But as we honored his life, and his amazing family stood before us in unity and strength even amidst their sorrow, I was struck with the last words of this piece. So this is for him and for them.
“A Remnant Remains.”
This is actually a song that I hope to someday play for you all.
Until then, here’s “At the Foot of the Throne”
First and foremost: you.
And all that’s else will follow after.
Even if it feels
Like rushing headfirst to disaster.
– s. Clark
Yes, it’s true. I don’t deserve it,
Not a good thing that exists.
But, somehow, my God who loves me,
In His kindness still persists.
Still He presses forth, so faithful,
Rotten though my heart may be,
Loving me beyond my failures,
Giving such good gifts to me.
Have I earned my life and wellness?
Or deserve such time and care
From the people who surround me,
And the God who put them there?
Though He owes me nothing, truly,
I have learned His gifts come free,
For the goodness of the Savior
Has nothing to do with me.
– s. Clark
