matt tullos: writer
He is fathering me even in the days I cannot see Through every trial I face. He is there even in my disgrace. Every lonely, broken place. I am held together bone by bone and I do not walk alone. How my neediness has grown. In my aging days I have come to see how more »
This warfare for the Hero’s bliss What thing is valued more that this? it supercedes the stoic state the frowning face of folly’s fate The quest for truth, “The Shining Next” the simplied in life complex For all I see in beauty’s good I dream of life lived as it should. For I am not more »
Before there was anything there was a Name. Before seas and land, before dust was formed into flesh Before Babel’s broken tower, before the ark was set in place Before there was anything Before prophet, priest or king…
What could I compare you to my old friend? What could I know better than the memory of you. The one to see me through To hide the thought of you in a small brown paper bag concealed in my head the vision of the summer’s shine the smile so kind the hopes resigned You more »
Some say God has a home for the strong ones only And yet he has a place for the lost and lonely Some say their popularity will send them to his throne And yet His heart’s pursuing those who walk alone Some say that God draws near to those who win acclaim But He’s drawn more »
I came to God with fashion sense And clothes I bought at great expense I knew the drill All things down pat. God said, I never wanted that. I huddled with my life long friends.
There once was a church on a hill by the bay, with a wonderful spirit of love, you might say, till a ragged stranger came inside and rumors abounded far and wide. Some thought he came from a shelter or prison, and feared he might cause the church shame or a schism.
In the year of disappointment, loneliness, fear, In the year of confusion, desperation, and chaos,
There once was a church upon a hill where everything was fine until the paint inside was getting old and peeling in some spots, I’m told. The pastor called a business meeting. And after the preliminary meeting, The deacons cried, “Come one! Come all! What color should we paint each wall?” They gathered in the more »