Thursday, November 21, 2013

Type and Time with Dr. Suess

This man of mine,
This man of mine;
I do so love this man of mine.

With spine of godly steel and mirth,
What greater treasure have I on earth?

And I can trust him in a slump,
And he abides through life bump

No manied hand, or daisy word
The precepts of God's truth, thought ward-

In times like these, of nilly tide,
The chasm grows now ever wide-

Between the men with chests
And them, that have no Godward heart within,

This man of mine,
This man of mine;
I do so need this man of mine.

With chasten'n word or purpose stout,
A refuge from the world without.

No mammon agenda, tho' dusty he be,
With stalwart heart he leadth me.

Unto the Well of Life, and then
Asks me to spill it forth again.

Not woman of a runway - me,
But grounded, lovely, gracious, free,

To follow as he follows Christ.
Against the self identified-

It is not him, or me, or them,
That made that evil lie therein.

If we do live for "I" alone,
We find this world a paltry  home.

In dying first; first him, then me
We 'flect a type of Christ and see

It is redemption's plan set forth
The gain is freedom and much more

So less than that, no bargain be-
As is the wage of living "me".

This man of mine,
This man of mine:
A gift of God, this man of mine.

To set a pace, toward heaven we go.
Yet, ancient rival still a foe.

He,  crushed fully in the cross,
Amid blood stains, his power lost.

Tho', frail he is - this man I see,
Yet, he is but a type for me-

Of One True Man came down in time,
That binds us to Kingdom Divine.



Trisha said...

I love this, Jojo!!! <3

Jessica said...

Love it!

Anonymous said...

LOVE!!! Have a very blessed Thanksgiving with that wonderful man of yours Jojo!