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
Browsing: Poetry
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.
for what cause should we forsake and willingly refuse to slake our hunger and our thirst? do we see the pain and urgent need of those in bondage and would be freed to start to walk with God?
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.
How does one express, the depth of mercy and the breadth and width of His great love? For I have descended to such great heights of proud and selfish gain. And the weight of sin is a dark and lonely pain. Yet Christ above on God’s right hand intercedes for me… Oh, unexplainable grace, death on Calvary. mine is an undeserved and wasted life and yet I am redeemed.
flee the oppressive warmth of yellow hot and close, a room full of ichor bright lights, harsh, glaring down and ease into twilight. close your eyes in the half light a cool expanse, an oasis of calm and feel the murmur of solitude alone in a quiet room.
I remember waking up, and in the morning hours Walking to my mothers room, to see her still in bed Her bible propped up on one knee, her head was bowed in prayer Seeking God to start the day, before the morning fled
On a mid winters eve In a small country town My thoughts drift and float As my eyes fluttered down And I listen while I sit To the soft gentle sound Of my fathers rich voice While he’s reading out loud From the Bible thats sheltered And compassed around The life of my family In this small country town
day suffers day, and emptiness a pervasive feeling in the back of the soul and frustration, crying out, but not completely, to proud to let go of ruined things familiar self suffers self, and resignation a comfortable pain that is perversely loved defying logic to pour energy into an object long dead to vain to give up hopes of a selfish triumph love suffers love, and endless hoping a faithful prompting in the depths of the heart telling you to let go of sins long held private to kind to cease from calling you home
Oh Death! Thou vaunted fool, proud son of sin’s defiling, Oft thought of as potent, supreme, and unyielding How hast thou fallen, been debased and made servile Those who feared thy touch, who you thought to defile Will not be brought low, nor in dark oblivion sleep. For thy touch, no longer bitter, is so very sweet, And though the greatest men slip the bonds of earth To rest because of thee, yet you are bound by birth And the life of one man, whom you could not contain. And you do even choose the time and station in vain,…
She was lost, and the pain in her heart Was far more than she could bear Alone in the garden, it tore her apart Till she heard Him speak her name Then hope dawned, and night broke And joy swelled in her soul She saw her Saviour standing there With a word He made her whole I was scared, with no hope of salvation Crying out in guilt and shame So deep was the depth of dejection Till I heard Him speak my name Then hope dawned, and night broke And joy swelled in my soul I saw my Saviour…
Prone to doubting, Father of power I lack the faith to trust Thy word To take the step that means redemption Accepting love, You as my Lord Prone to fearing, Father almighty I lack the courage I need today To live the life Your love demands me Love expressing, Thy will, Thy way Prone to stumbling, Father of mercy I lack humility to take your love To accept forgiveness, all my sinning Thy love astounding, covering all
Undulating, with white capped teeth Pulsing, it wraps around the world, And rages at times above, though silent underneath With swell and swagger it holds its sway And moves the brave who plumb its depths A friend, an enemy, we wrestle it and pray
Dublin town, bold and brash Old and new, aging and young Dublin town, with ancient roots Those far from home, who never left
Look East to the sunrise, into the nascent glowing And westward the sunset, to anticipate the gloaming Sunrise, sunset, the marking of the days Time rides on a ball of fire and marches on its rays