Category: Poetry & Song

I Am The Way, The Truth, And The Life

The Last Supper of Jesus by Andre Derain
The Last Supper of Jesus
by Andre Derain

“Having loved his own…He loved them until the end.”

The hour has come
I gather them
To a room, to a table
To my heart

I know Father
Has put all things
Under my feet
I wash theirs


The Immigrant

immigrants at ellis island

Today I drove home from an overnight trip to Dallas. As I snaked my way south on I-35, I scanned my radio station options and came across an awesome find: A vintage version of American Top 40 with Casey Kasem, from May 3, 1975.

I got to sing along with mid-70’s gems like David Bowie’s “Young Americans”, John Denver’s “Thank God I’m a Country Boy”, and Earth, Wind, and Fire’s “Shining Star.” Of course there were a few cheesy tunes best left in the 70’s too—Michael Murphy’s “Wildfire”, anyone?

I was familiar with most of the songs, but coming in at #22 was one I had never heard before: “The Immigrant” by Neil Sedaka. It was the B-side to Sedaka’s hit, “Laughter in the Rain.” The lyrics are as follows:


I Am The Light Of The World


(John 8; Isaiah 9; Isaiah 49)

“The world is full of dark shadows, to be sure—both the world without and the world within…But praise and trust Him too for the knowledge that what’s lost is nothing to what’s found, and that all the dark there ever was, set next to light, would scarcely fill a cup.”
~Frederick Buechner

I am the Light of the World;
All who follow me will live.
Satan condemns from shadows,
But I restore and forgive.

I came not only for Israel,
For that would be far too small;
Every nation on the earth
Must now answer to my call.

You who walked in the darkness
Have now seen my glorious light;
I will reign on David’s throne
And my judgments will be right.

My zeal will accomplish this:
A continual increase;
There will never be an end
Of my government and peace.

Copyright 2010 © Stephanie Nannen

I Am The Bread Of Life


(John 6; Isaiah 55; Luke 22)

I am the bread of life, all who
Come to me and take part
Will taste the food that satisfies
The longings of the heart.

Draw near, my daughter, rest your head
Secure upon my chest.
Stay close to me and feel the warmth
And comfort of my rest.

This is my body, take and eat
The bread come from above;
Savor me, remember I was
Broken for you, for love.

Do not labor for food that spoils
Nor work for what decays;
Receive the bread I offer you,
Which lasts through life always.

Copyright 2010 © Stephanie Nannen

Ode On A Cadbury Creme Egg


Thou still unravish’d orb of ambrosia!
Thou creation of England and Easter
Heavenly confection, who canst thus express
An epicurean’s tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What foil-wrapped goodness haunts about thy shape?

For seeming only of milky chocolate, and yet
Within lies such velvety nectar never matched.
Unheard melodies may be sweetest, and yet
Not so the edible ellipsoid not gorged upon
But once daily during the appointed season!

And though thou creator dost reduce thy girth
Hence by four grams, as many years ago,
We do still remain faithfully pledged to thee only
For all eternity, for whom shall ever appear
So fair to our beholden eyes, themselves formed after you?

When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of another vernal equinox
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst,
“Beauty is chocolate, chocolate beauty,” that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Copyright 2010 © Stephanie Nannen