Reflecting on the worthiness of Queen Elizabeth; God, Save the Queen

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Reflecting on the worthiness of Queen Elizabeth

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
she is the fairest still.
The Diamond Jubilee’s for her.
It’s not for Kate and Will.

Yes, QE2 deserves all this.
She’s reigned since ’52.
And though large cracks have marred the Crown,
she’s been like Super Glue.

She’s held the monarchy in tact
through scandal, loss and change,
and yet the budget for this bash
may seem absurd and strange.

But ritual’s a priceless jewel.
It’s worth more than we think,
for pomp and circumstance have forged
the strength of history’s link.

Since Paul and Ringo thinks she rocks,
(and most the Brits agree)
instead of gripe about the cost,
we all should let it be.

God, Save the Queen
New lyrics for the Diamond Jubilee

God, save this aging queen
and may Your sovereign dream
for her come true.
May she and Philip see
Your hand in history
while bowing to Your majesty
and to Your grace.

Celebrating William and Kate while remembering David

The time has come to celebrate
the wedding vows of Will and Kate.
A day the press has heralded
for nearly half a year.

A day of pomp and circumstance
when two young lovers took their stance
before the Church of England’s head
who stood in place of God.

Archbishop Williams called to mind
a fact to which the world seems blind…
that marriage is a sacred trust
between God, groom and bride.

To play the game of love for life
you need more than a man and wife.
The third strand of a three-cord braid
is love’s eternal cord.

When trials come, as come they will,
it’s faith that helps us foot the bill.
For faith is love’s foundation
that sustains the tests of time.

Faith nourishes our love with hope
and gives our vows the means to cope.
When hardships test love’s softer side,
God’s presence is a gift.

Meanwhile…

While the world of royal watchers celebrates
the wedding of a future king,
the Evangelical world grieves.

Unlike what is does on New Year’s Eve,
Time’s Square is not celebrating today.
A church in the heart of Broadway
(whose pastor preached the narrow way)
is stunned by news of his sudden death.

Today Times Square Church finds itself
preparing for a funeral
while contemplating
David Wilkerson’s remarkable life.

Like a switchblade knife,
his life cut to the chase.
Clinging to the old rugged cross,
he challenged teens
(held hostage by drugs
and victimized by gang violence)
to run toward Jesus.

Nicky Cruz was one who did.
But he was not the only one.
He was one of countless ones
who dodged a premature grave
by heeding Dave’s voice
and making the choice to live.

And so on this bittersweet day,
a day of joy and sadness,
I give thanks to God for a man
who touched my life
and shaped my faith
and gave America one last call
to contemplate its moral compass.

Peace to his memory!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Wilkerson

Heralding one mother’s regal worth

She gave me birth, a sense of worth
and the name by which I’m known.
My mother tucked me in at night
so I was not alone.

She helped me walk, taught me to talk
and she dabbed my tearstained face.
My mother’s love that would not quit
prepared me for God’s grace.

She let me go so I could grow
into all that I’ve become.
And on my own I realized
who I’d descended from.

My father’s wife who gave me life
is far more than I first thought.
She’s worth far more than all I own,
too priceless to be bought.

Without much rest, she did her best.
At long last I came to see
that it was not a piece of cake
to raise a child like me.

So on this day when children say
just how much their mothers mean,
“Hear ye, hear ye, my mom’s the best.
Her Majesty’s my Queen.”