I said, unless these eyes can see,
don’t know if I can, if I’m strong to believe,
unless my hands may touch the scar,
How can I trust something so far.
So contrary to the nature of me,
For what I know resists what could be.
But You stand, alive, yet slain,
with pierced hands that broke death’s claim.
No shadows rises to dim Your light,
For victory burns within Your eyes.
Come here, You said.
Your hands, Your side
where death was dealt, yet death has died.
I cry out where mercy trod,
I see You, I know You
my Lord, my God.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
They’ll know My Name, not just the same,
not empty sound, nor hollow claim.
I AM, I speak, both the strong, and weak,
will hear Me break, what death would keep.
On a splintered tree, they lifted Me,
the King made low, for all to see.
Heavens legions could fall, at just one call,
Yet silent I stay, though Lord of all.
Because on this tree, I bled for thee,
As the stars bend low, to watch and see.
Now the silence breaks, the grave awakes,
stone rolled aside, with nothing inside.
That is what death, now is to thee,
powerless, by blood on the tree.
I AM, I stand, scar in hand,
alive again, by My command.
On this day, they’ll know My Name
through blood, through flame,
the Lamb who died, and rose the same.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 4:00 AM UTC
He stood where hope had been buried,
four days of silence behind the stone.
He knew the command He would give,
that breath would return,
and life rushing back with it.
Still He stands there,
and He weeps.
Not out of weakness,
nor out of doubt.
But because death is an insult,
even when it’s temporary.
He feels the rupture of love,
the ache of a world not as it should be.
And the voice that would shatter the grave,
breaks in grief.
Then, through tears,
He calls into the dark,
and it bows and gives way.
For even in sorrow,
even in pain,
He is mighty to save.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 2:24 AM UTC
I would lay my life down whole,
If steel and fire came for my soul.
I’d choose You Lord, without delay,
Or so I say, or so I say.
But daily deaths I still refuse,
Soft sins, small wants, the things I choose.
Clutching my will, guarding my pride,
Kneeling in words, but standing inside.
I dread the cost of letting go,
Of saying yes when You say no.
I praise the cross, yet hesitate,
When You ask me to crucify the weight,
Of habits, hunger, flesh, and fear,
Things that feel like life down here.
If I won’t fall when no blood’s due,
If I won’t yield when it’s just You,
Then how can I speak such costly vows?
While comfort still commands me now?
Lord teach my heart the quieter death,
The daily loss, with grateful breath.
Break me gently Lord, make me true.
Let every small surrender prove,
I mean the words, I’d die for You.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC
Who told you this?
Who said it was true?
And why now you believe it?
I understand it’s hard,
the things we hear, what we think,
what we feel, seems so very true
But it’s not, and it never shall be.
For where did it come?
It came from the world, and from people,
and ideas, and forces, and spirits.
But it did not come from Me.
The truth comes from Me only,
And from Me only comes truth.
You have long listened to the world,
and now you shall listen to Me,
Hear now what is true, my child.
You are mine.
I smiled when I made you,
and I smile watching you now.
I find you beautiful in every way.
You will never comprehend My love for you,
you will never outrun it, darken it,
you will never make it lesser, or go away.
My Words have called you valuable,
priceless and worthy, and I have not misspoken.
Be still now my child, and let My Words,
be the words you believe.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 5:21 PM UTC
Honestly, I feel like this day is like any other.
The sun rose this morning, set this night.
And there was never a moment You weren’t.
Always watching, always there,
always caring, always working, always proud.
Hope rises in my chest like the sun.
I am a man of words, writing and writing,
stringing them together, line after line.
Shaping them, polishing, and perfecting,
but they slip, scattering, they always fall short.
Words are too little for what I feel,
their sounds too weak, their sentences too slow.
And still I try, still I write, still I give these words.
I give words because they are all I have,
yet they can not truly show.
How grateful I am,
for You this year.
So let my faith show You!
And my heart beat for You!
Let every step and every breath, every choice,
be a prayer of gratitude,
for You next year.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 9:42 PM UTC
I came empty and defended,
asking for mercy with my fists clenched.
I’m a prodigal with no way home.
With one hand in a *** of gold,
counting what I can keep,
and with the other in your side,
seeing how much mercy costs.
And still, you came.
Small enough to ignore.
Fragile enough to lose.
I can’t fix myself.
I don’t believe very well.
I stand before You, heart divided
waiting to see if grace would turn away.
It will never.
What kind of Iove is this?
I am undone in its presence,
as the stars and skies to bow to it.
Still in the midst of all creation,
it has come to find me.
This is Christmas.
The chorus of ages, crying into the night,
that the radiance of Your glory, is here.
Close enough to break me,
and loving enough to stay.
You hold the shattered pieces,
having left Your throne,
the King of All, in the dirt with me.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 11:15 PM UTC
i hope beautiful things happen to you,
and when they do,
i hope you don't rush past them,
or look away too quickly.
i hope you let yourself sit with the moment,
the little piece of goodness,
the unexpected ease,
the breath that feels lighter than the last.
i hope you remember,
you were held before you were strong,
known before you had the words,
loved without needing to be more.
when grace arrives,
without explanation or demand,
i hope you don't question your place in it,
i hope you receive it,
like dawn receives the light.
you were never an afterthought
you are not a mistake grace corrected later.
i'm sorry you ever felt that way,
no one should have let you believe it,
you are not alone in that feeling.
when something beautiful comes,
if something so good arrives,
let it.
grace doesn't ask you to deserve it,
just to trust it's yours
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
Cross in the hallway, shadow on the stair,
Your standing in the doorway,
Calling out the truth,
I keep pretending isn’t there.
As I keep going, acting like,
It’s all up to me,
“I’ll get there”,
“I’ll get there”,
“One day, you’ll see”.
How I had forgotten the truth,
Deep in my chest,
Put there as a youth,
That You have called me,
And You’ll bring me to rest.
I’m running on borrowed breath,
White-knuckled faith and fear of the end,
Trying to outrun grace,
Like I could finish what you began.
Chasing a finish line, I will never command,
Learning how empty victory feels,
When I’m the only one who stands,
Relinquishing, I place my life back in Your hands.
Cross in the hallway,
Still calling my name,
But I’m done saying “someday”,
I’m here. I’m Yours. And Yours I remain.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 6:50 PM UTC
Why do I keep talking to You
as if You were a man
as if You could wake one morning
and decide I’m too much
as if Your love could thin
the way human love can
when it grows tired
I don’t know how to speak to Perfection
without expecting it to leave
So I talk to You
like someone who might walk away
because people can
I confess my sins
as if they could make You flinch
as if the darkness in me
could dim what burns in You
as if Your patience were a string
I might snap with one more failure
but You love me
more than anyone ever could,
with a love that outlives
every reason I give You
to let me go.
And maybe that is why I keep talking
not because I fear You’ll leave
but because I can’t fathom
That You never will
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 7:34 PM UTC