Softly the yellow duskDescended on the skylineAnd golden light reflectedOn the puddle after rain
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Blood, fire and vapourSigns above and belowWonders in heaven and earthDarkness, and a blood moonHis Spirit poured outHis servants declaringThe great and notable dayHis day, the day He comesThe day we are savedIf we call upon His name– acts 2:18-21
i am a song written in minor keythe rise and fall, the dance beside the deepthe melancholy surge, the tantalizing leapthe bright and bittersweet relationa life of rhyme and reason
the scent of spring was on the air this morningbreathing deep a sigh after the rainwhite blossoms on the dogwood are breakingand the indigo tinge of magnoliassignal the last breath of winter
My God, my God, He criedAs He suffered alone, dyingOn a cross, a broken treeEli, Eli, lama sabachthaniForsaken, for love, for me
snow lies laden on the groundsalt ringing the treesmaking patterns on wet roadslonging for life and evidenceseeking resurrectionthree days like three monthsan eternity of waitingfor a promise of hopehis voice and my name–adapted from I practice my spanish grammer
lilacs and daffodils,on a grassy dell,in the mid day sun.on a day in spring,when the weathers cool,to sit and dwell,on the nearness of you.
she teases mesoft breath, moist, like a kiss on your cheekand the wind blows, so sweet in the morningand she says she’s sorry for taking so longthat she’ll be back soonand i believe herbecause i’m smitten
who are You Lord,to pursue me with Your love?who made the wind and the rain?who made the mountains danceand the very earth tremble.who are You Lord,to invest Yourself in me?I who merit naught but judgment?I who have spurned the sweetest giftsof your deep and merciful heart.
Give me the broken, those in pain.The wise, made wise by suffering.Who can know compassion,Who can know Love,Who hasn’t hurt, felt anguish,Known sorrow, and known loss?Precious is the fellowship of sufferingHumble are those who are brokenAnd Sweet is the consolation of His Love.
my little girl, i loved you so much. i had such hopes, sweet dreams of holding you, playing with you, watching you grow. i felt you grow inside. God had taken part of me, and fashioned something precious, something lovely, exquisitely beautiful, embodied of hope and love but i lost you. you were my little girl, not to hold, never to see unable to watch you stretch your arms for the first time, never to see you experience this wide wide world. you were taken too early, a life, my life, so short, so tenuous. my stolen child, my heart…
I desire to express an invocation an elocution most profound But my words escape me The ephemeral nature of my heart cannot grasp the discarnate theme ethereal, mystical, divine Cry out, Cry out, inarticulate tongue insensate instrument of mans desiring Let the heart give forth praise indescribable
the feeling starts small a persistent discontentment visceral, driving to somehow express something higher more noble than common grey or elevate the ordinary to something transcendent and rich with meaning
I have callously abused my SaviorI have used him, taken advantageWithout shame I have sullied His gift.I grieve, but not overmuch,I regret, but not egregiously,And my shame remains Too distant, too smallToo little, too late.It all makes me feel Unworthy, undeservedOf His unflinching willingnessTo love me even yet.
CrucifiedA part of me is deaddeparted, flat separated, And something newJust beginningAn iron clad declarationAn act of inspirationAn act of loveHas set me freeI am crucified, revived, Imbibed with a truthI am made newI am set freeI am redeemed
Why stand ye desolate, Forsaken, full of sorrow? Why cry ye as the foundations are laid? Yet now be strong, be strong For I AM with you I have promised My Spirit yet remaineth Heed My word, wait. I will shake heaven I will shake earth Sea and dry land I will fill this temple Its glory, My glory Will surpass what came before. (Haggai 2:1-9)
It smells of beer and suntan lotion Not too thick, and the press of people Strangers brushing up against you Attentions paying more heed to the man on stage He sings of love and heart break Joking with the crowd A distant intimacy shared briefly Among complete strangers.
there is exuberance in conversationher *smile*, her quick responsean intimate connection of words,expressions made plain by type and nimble fingers.electrodes speed pithy wordsold and newly coined through air and over land, rendering space meaninglessbrought to you by: huggles and confuzzeled
it is difficult to express in wordsor even attempt to capture the lossof love stolen before fruitionof a little girl lost before her time
i found myself thinking today perhaps i finally understand how sin hurts. maybe this time i wont forget, letting go of reason, taking a plunge and giving up, wasting love and precious blood on selfish pain.