A Hand Along the Journey: Poems for the King from One Pilgrim to Another

I'm honored to post this week's poem by a guest author and true friend, my brother Jonathan Boley. Twas the night before Christmas And I couldn't sleep, I kept counting the presents That I'd get to keep. There were gifts of all sizes; ... What could they all be? I couldn't stop thinking Bout these gifts meant for me. But then my mind wandered To a far distant land Where the Son of God lived And dwelt among man. I pictured the babe That first Christmas Day; The greatest gift ever Was lying in hay. My journey continued To a hillside forlorn The babe, now grown, Was beaten and torn. And up on the hillside Hanging on that old tree The greatest gift ever Was dying...for me. Twas for me that He came And dwelt among men. Twas for me that He died To pay for my sin. For me and for you, God gave His own son, Through the greatest gift ever Our freedom was won. With this in my mind I realized with shame I'd forgotten the One Whose ...

(from Luke 1:38, 46-55) You’ve come to me, O great I Am, And revealed Your holy plan. My soul rejoices in my Lord; I praise You for Your blessed Word! I’m just Your humble handmaiden; I love and serve You, God. I want Your will above all else, Your praise all of my days to laud! Your mercy, strength and help fail not; They run the course of time To those who humbly fear Your name You fill their souls, their lives reclaim! I bow my head and worship As my heart and mind kneel, too. You keep all of Your promises - I joy to join in what You do!