Into Our Stuff


Just once in all our human flood

Perfection took on flesh and blood

And left a Heavenly throne

He came into a dusty land

And clung unto a Hebrew band

To make their plight His own.

A precious, faithful lass His door

As once the prophet said before

Omitting sin’s seed sown.

And He held title to our pain

And sampled every mortal strain

And for our sin atoned.

Oh let the halls of worship ring

This Carpenter our God and  King

And we no more alone.

Ascended, where from whence He came

Messiah then His hard-earned name

And all of Love’s Plan shown.

(Image by Jordan Blair, Montreal)



When I think upon you, Lord

Leave the rush of cark and care

Set my troubles clear aside

Resolute to find you there.

You will never disappoint

You address each hurting soul

Draw the heart to Gospel tales

Bring it back to vigour, whole.

Nothing but your Word brings life

Nothing but your touch brings joy

Nothing but your alchemy

Yields the gold from sin’s alloy.