Visceral

Hold my bleeding heart and keep it beating

Sometimes I can’t tell if I am breathing

These groanings in my chest, they are greedy

But really it’s just you that I’m needing

 

We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.

Romans 8:22-23

rain is beautiful, isn’t it?

Everybody’s broken and I’m no different.

I feel unworthy, deficient.

The great lie in my heart: I’ve gotta be perfect to serve.

Truth is the best of us are really just the worst of us.

I face addictions too, you know, I face temptations just like you. I’m insecure, afraid, just trying to make it to the next day.

The true test of faith is what you do with shame; do you let it sit and simmer, or do you give yourself some grace?

I wish life were easier, but it only gets harder.

I hope I can learn to see beauty in pain, oh, I just can’t wait til I can dance in the rain.

re: turn

i feel lost, i feel hopeless, i feel broken, even though i know deep down
that i’m chosen.
even still, in my heart, i am frozen.

you tell me not to fight, that you’ve spoken. all these lies hold no weight, for
you have risen. all my chains are on the ground, they have fallen!

look, look, look where i am and where i started! redemption’s story being told
though i’ve parted.

“return to me,” says the Lord, “return to me.”

Everything is Grace

A gentle rain upon my face…

that is grace.

A vicious downpour that leaves no trace…

that is grace.

Truly,

every breath, every step, every touch, every taste,

every single little thing…

is GRACE

Abounding sin is the terror of the world, but abounding grace is the hope of mankind.” -A. W. Tozer

MTNS

The mountains rise

Above telephone wire

Where ravens perch

Before flying higher

 

I set my gaze way up there

And wish that I were above it

It must be so majestic

To stand upon the summit

 

But I am down here

A nothing of nothings

I want nothing more

Than to rise above something

 

Yet It’s comforting to know

Yes even to believe

That the one who created the mountains

cares for me

 

The mountains rise

Above telephone wire

And I am content

To remain and admire

A Sad Scene

The room was dark, save a dying candle which was set upon the table beside the bed, where a small body lay. Peace. 

The flickering light played gently on the wall that the bed was nudged up against and if you let your eyes close halfway and allowed a teardrop to blur your vision, the ghostly shapes would become a sailor on a sailboat, waving to his lady who stands on the dock, crying softly, already mourning the distance between them. Sorrow. 

The boy was not the only one in the room; there his mother sat beside his bed, weeping bitterly into her hands, no one there to comfort her, for the boy was gone, a leaf blown away from a tree by the gentle wind. Oh the gentle wind. Loneliness. 

And with a final spark, the candle’s flame went out, leaving the room in blackness, the only sounds that of the mother’s sobs. Spent. 

HUMAN

I’m so human

I’m so broken 

God please show me

Where to go from here

 

Why is His love not enough?

What more is there to gain?

I keep wasting time on substitutes

And it only ends in pain. 

 

I’ve had enough of this world

I’ve seen enough to know

That it only leaves you broken

And wanting so much more

 

And that’s what He came into

He met us where we are

Just to prove that He

Can handle all our scars

 

He took the weight of sin

Which God knows I can’t bear

And killed it on the tree

My shame was His to wear

 

Yet somehow still

I grip this world tight

I refuse to let go

And accept what I know is right

 

I’m stuck here in my failures

But I know they’re not true

I’m only human

But my future lies with you

BIRDS PT. 3

If I were a bird

I’d have vertigo

And fall to the ground

 

I wasn’t made for the sky 

I don’t have the wings

That I need to fly

 

It’s easy to say 

‘I wish I were them,

I want what they have’

 

But It’s better to say

‘I’m not a bird,

I’ll make the most of what I do have’

 

So here’s the conclusion of it all:

Let’s stop wishing

And start living

With what we’re given

BIRDS PT. 2

Ah the rush

To feel the cool

The colors vibrant

It’s so surreal

 

Close your eyes

And take it in

To not enjoy it

Is a sin

 

I don’t understand

The folks who say

They’re content where they are

They’re happy, they’ll stay

 

No need to explore

The world around you,

You have all you need

Right here about you?

 

What about perspective?

How can you have it

When all you do

Is stay protected?

 

Get on out there!

See the sights!

Be a bird 

And enjoy the flight