Cantate Domino (Poem)

Christ made the dirge of death to fail. / No more shall wail / The choristry / Of saints, for we shall be / The fugal echoes of our Lord.

Longing for Family

I know Your beauty’s day, Lord, soon will come;
Until then, bring my family safely home.

Atonement

And I, with unclean lips, cried, “Woe to me!”
As Jesus bled and did atonement make.