by Scott Killen on May 28, 2011
My rusting chains
enslave me.
i am beaten
with the rigors
of life.
i am auctioned
on the block.
An ode to
gold and silver
is my dirge.
No one pays
the Price on
my head.
There is only
one end–
i am nothing,
existing
to be used
and tossed away.
The Son offers his shoulder.
i dig a
tomb in my
burdens.
Hope’s dark fuse
lies cold
and buried.
Why have i
turned from Him?
The Master is not my master-but he pays the Price!
His heart is pierced because he knows my sin–
He sealed my ransom with sanguine scarlet.
I lay my head in Shoulder’s hollow, spent from my struggle.
Jesus, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, my true Master,
paid my ransom and more, giving royal blood for a peasant’s life.
It is pure love that the king would die for me!
All of my stripes were borne by Him.
All to Him I owe.
by Scott Killen on October 21, 2010
About eight years ago, my wife took one of my favorite pictures of my kids. I felt like the photo captured my children’s personalities perfectly. I have included the photograph here:
I was feeling nostalgic a few weeks ago and decided to try, with my wife’s help, to recreate the photograph.
This new photograph also captures my children’s personalities: As they grow, they tend to break boundaries–in the same way that they escape the border of the picture.
As my kids grow I watch in amazement, but in my private moments I still tend to think of them as they were in the first photograph. It is hard for me to admit that they are approaching that time when they will begin to do for themselves, to accomplish on their own (they have already begun this!) and eventually live their own lives.
As a father, I must remember that I have been given only a fleeting moment to use the opportunity I’ve been given to make my impact on their lives, all the while redirecting them from my example to His. I must remember to do my job and be ready to jump out of the way once it is done.
What an awesome thing God has done!
