Writings
of Edie Klyve
Miracle in the Shepherd's Field
Oh my Carpenter, build me.
Level me;
Plane me;
Put me together.
Work the wonders of Your skill
So I will not break but hold together
Through Time’s toll.
Oil me;
Shine me Till You see Your face in me.
Make me a miracle of Your workmanship.
HEAVEN’S HOPE ( a song written in 1986)
When sorrows surround
And troubles abound, I set my feet on higher ground,
A firm foundation,
A solid rock
In whose shelter I hide,
Where my faith abides.
Storm waves crash against this rock,
But it will not be moved.
I hide within its hallowed cleft
Which ever has been proved
A steadfast stronghold, abode of love,
Source of strength from Heaven above.
So what care I
Though fiery darts fly
And sorrows lie
In wait to beset me;
I set my eyes
On the eastern skies,
And Heaven’s hope
Arises within me.
You know I read how you did your way,
About all the pain and suffering you’ve been through;
How you’ve learned to overcome the obstacles,
How all the credit goes to you.
You’re much admired in the worldly circles,
Receiving great praise and loud acclaim;
There’s always someone who shakes his head in wonder
Of how you rose above the pain.
Well, brother, I wish you’d known my Savior then;
He’d have given you hope
Where there seemed only despair;
He’d have strengthened your faith
To believe for a miracle;
He’d have taken your worries and carried your cares.
Yes, my friend, I wish you’d known my Savior then;
He’d have given you peace
When you rode that storm-tossed sea;
You’d have trusted in Him
To make a way through the trouble;
There’d have been much more laughter,
in spite of the pain.
It’s never too late to get to know my Savior;
He offers forgiveness, His love, and His peace,
He gives us a way to overcome the obstacles;
And all the credit goes to Him;
Yes, all the credit goes to Him.
Miracle in the Shepherd's Field
by Edie Klyve
What was it in that brisk night's air
That stirred their hearts with musings rare,
A feeling of expectancy
That bypassed speech and thought and sight?
A holy hush hung round about
In shepherds' field that night,
While consecrated lambs
Lay still and sweetly slept.
The stars streamed forth with sparkling splendor;
The milky path shone welcoming,
And searching eyes gazed up in wonder
As if to see some special thing;
When suddenly, as breath gave way,
An even greater light display made stars grow faint
And Heaven's glory shone round about,
Bright as the light of day.
The shepherds clung to one another,
Their hearts hammering wild
As an angel calmed them with "Fear not,"
And spoke of a Christ child.
And, as if it couldn't get much better,
The skies began to fill
With myriads of angels
Singing forth these Words that thrill,
"Glory to God in the highest
Peace, good will to all."
The true Lamb of God's now among us,
To each human heart He calls.
There is no price that can be paid
For just one drop my Savior gave.
Far and beyond the value be
What men might give to be set free.
But Jesus shed His blood for me
And did it all full willingly.
He paid redemption’s price in full
That I
be saved and be made whole
His body bore the whip and thorns
As He endured the enemy’s scorn:
The Pure defiled; In shame disgraced;
Red drops of love rolled down His face.
The innocent guilty;
The sinless stained;
Borne to a grave that had my name.
But out of Death’s dark cruelty
Arose my Lord in victory,
First fruits of many righteous, He;
The reconciled to the Father, we.
There is no price that can be paid
For just one drop my Savior gave.
In every moment, Lord,
May I live in Your love;
Help me to do so,
Sweet and gentle Dove.
Remind me, Lord, that You’re in every place,
In Nature’s grand
And in the pauper’s hand.
When Want stares through sunken eyes,
Help me to realize
Your love for the one
Who’s not met the Son,
Whose need to be whole
Is both body and soul.
In the harlot’s paint,
In the drunkard’s faint,
Let me hear the cry,
“For these I died.”
Each one from high to low
Reflects your image, though
Mostly marred by sin and stained;
It was for these you bore the pain
Of wrathful whip and tearing thorns.
Yes, every drop of blood that flew
Cried out to us, “For you! For you!”
No greater love has he, it’s said,
Who gives his life for friend;
But how can we fathom,
How can we know
Love that sheds blood
For even a foe?
Thoughts such as these cause me to inquire,
“Have I such a love; have I such a fire,
To reach beyond self, to love in such kind?”
Compassion that deep is so hard to find.
But to give my life before I die,
To that I may aspire, To bend low and lift the load
For another to walk higher,
To see in the other the image of God,
A soul of invaluable worth;
To walk in the flow
Of the love that I know,
For that
I’ve been given new birth.
Troubles come; troubles go;
In this world we will have woe.
Time runs straight into the arms of God.
Suns come up; seasons file;
It seems that I was just a child.
Time runs straight into the arms of God.
Another day, another dollar,
Off to school to be His scholar.
Time runs straight into the arms of God.
Days of pinching, days of plenty;
In them all He shows His bounty.
Time runs straight into the arms of God.
The blush of spring, the sere of fall,
Mirrors don't lie; they tell all.
Time runs straight into the arms of God.
Longing to bed, longing for bed;
Fires of passion, coals near dead.
Time runs straight into the arms of God.
Sun in my son
Son in the Sun
Warmed
healed
restored.
Sun in my son:
Light chase darkness,
Reveal the lies.
Rays penetrate the inner core:
To the marrow,
To the bowels,
To the spirit man.
Walk new;
Walk healed;
Walk revealed;
Walk sealed.
Jesus, tender, sweet and mild
Sent from the Father, His holy Child,
To break the power of sin and death
And bring to men His perfect rest.
From common shepherd to mighty king
To all, the promise to redeem;
To tear down walls of Time’s tradition,
To make us one, His sacred mission,
With perfect love and perfect grace,
To tread the earth in Adam’s place,
To pay the price to reconcile us
To the Father, Him so glorious;
So that on Earth and in Heaven above,
We are His family, ruled by His love,
Walking as those spilling His light
In a world of darkness, stars shining bright,
Showing the Way, the Truth and the Life,
Jesus the Savior, in Whom we delight.
Feeble flesh!
I am your unwilling captive.
My spirit would thrust through you
Into unseen holy dimension!
Depths of Heaven call to depths of earth.
My spirit cries, “Here, Lord, here am I.”
I hear Your voice calling to me.
“I’m coming, Lord!”
I hear You at the latch.
“I’m coming, Lord!”
My heart melts at Your tantalizing nearness;
I strain towards the door with sodden dream legs,
Desperately longing to open, yet,
Without resource of strength.
Please! Please don’t go away!
If the
door is locked, break in!
Break in, Beloved, break in!
Break in and break me out!
TO GOLGOTHA (1999, inspired by a vision)
Upon Golgotha’s brow that day
A three-pronged diadem was laid;
At center point, amidst a pearl,
A ruby fair did ray,
Which fired by celestial light,
Its crimson hue cast left and right
To grace the two less perfect stones
On either side attending.
Odd, that death should be so crowned,
Which has no life to live,
Nor martial pomp, nor proud display,
Nor pardons e’re to give.
Did you think that you did reign
As ruler on that day?
In killing earth’s most precious Son,
Did you think you wouldn’t pay?
And what audacious thought
Made you believe the lie
That you, in your vainglorious strength,
Could actually kill Life?
No Life it was that stole your crown
As well your victory!
For knew you not that on that day
YOU lay beneath HIS feet?
Yes, as His blood dripped on your brow,
It signaled your defeat.
Twas Life that flowed in reddened streams
Upon your cheeks so sallow.
'Twas Life that tore your sentence up,
Permitting hope to follow,
And Life will serve your bitter cup
Which steals all your tomorrows.
Tradition lumbers down each aisle,
His mantle proud, a pious shroud;
His eulogizing rings off key,
As well harmonious liturgy;
As meditations mute the air,
And silence fills the void of prayer,
Hearts sit locked in dull response
Weighted by the world’s care;
And Learning vaunts and puffs itself
With stuff acquired off dusty shelves
While Truth stands at the door;
Slow, strangling grip of scrutiny
Steals Life in its simplicity,
As souls depart still wanting more.
(inspired by studying Donne and Herbert)