Revival of Love

We set our hands to plowing, but looked back
and were not fit to work the Master's field.
But when we prayed and turned, the land was healed.
Now we shall work again and not be slack,
and God shall bless us till we cannot stack
the sheaves we bring rejoicing from the yield
God pours from heaven once we have appealed
His mercy in our brokenness and lack.
It is a burden light, an easy yoke,
to go forth weeping, bearing precious seed,
and sow it in the fallow ground we broke
and watch with prayer so neither thorn nor weed
can spring up in a bitter root to choke
revival of the love we sorely need.
~ by Michael Rew

Who Was the Man?

Who was the man who preached the Word to you?
From which of women was the Gospel heard
when you were saved, believing on God's Word?
Old things are passed away, all things made new,
and I would thank the witnesses who knew
you needed saving grace, and then conferred
in prayer until the Holy Spirit stirred
your heart till you accepted Jesus, too.
Salvation is the greatest miracle,
but have you not received the Father's grace?
I pray He use me as His oracle
if I should ever meet you in that place.
Forever love would seem less lyrical
if you did not see Jesus face to face.
~ by Michael Rew

To My Future Wife

I am awaiting your anointed kiss
to touch my lips, to light my tongue aflame,
that when I draw away to speak your name,
I speak believing God appointed this.
Then we will learn of God that marriage is
what two, one flesh, unblameably became
before the man and woman knew of shame
when we are joined together, our love His.
For bride and groom, the loved and reverent,
shall enter into vows, a narrow gate
which opens to a way more excellent,
to promises we patiently await
until our love and purity consent
and unashamedly shall consummate.
~ by Michael Rew

Place Thy Lips to Mine

True love so strong shall move two hearts to wake,
the lips of those who are asleep to speak,
with whisperings of lovings too unique
to let them slumber on and not partake.
The lover and beloved shall awake
to love - which may, for but a moment, peak,
but neither fully pass nor wane so weak
that either would the other's love forsake.
The waters cannot quench consuming love,
and even if the waters turned to wine,
I would not marvel, for the taste thereof
could not compare to kisses such as thine.
Open to me, my undefiled, my dove.
Awake, my love, and place thy lips to mine.
~ by Michael Rew

The Wedding Ring

I hold you under sunlit curtains, shading stars with blue.
You kiss me, all the stars our witness, underneath the moon.
But if the sun and if the moon were wedded from the two,
our love would never falter from the midnight to the noon.
For we are parted now in life as are the moon and sun,
but sunrise, sunset, wax and wane cannot keep us alone.
Shall we forsake the dawn and dusk to live life two in one,
to claim the earth our marriage bed, the heavens as our home?
My gold, your silver, stars as diamonds forge the nuptial band
so we may lead around the world the sacred wedding dance.
God sanctifies within Man's eyes, once we are hand in hand,
the matrimony meant this day, confessing our romance.
The heavens yield, the earth shall shield, and may our Savior sing
the beauty, purity, and love sealed in the wedding ring.
~ by Michael Rew