When human hearts come to collide
The flaws of each are hard to hide.
And harder still each passing day
Till every block is thrown away.
We come to fear this truth so much,
That we flee the slightest nudge, the faintest touch.
Thou our fears may be plain and true.
You could hurt me; I could hurt you.
We tend to only see the person standing there.
The color of their eyes, their clothes, their hair.
We see the flaws: both on the in and out,
And some times our own merits do we doubt.
Yet this approach leaves out a vital part.
One we didn't finish, and one we didn't start.
It has to do with one mans death upon a cross.
Who couldn't bring us in without so great a loss
And rose again to name us all His own
And will have through our broken lives His glory shown.
So fear not when heart collisions come!
They're founded now, soley on what Christ has done!
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 7:09 AM UTC
Time can be like snow.
Covers things up before we even know.
What happened or where things went.
It hides the deterioration and the flaws,
But then it thaws.
Exposing what we didn't mind being forgotten;
Even preferring it that way.
As if the snow makes it go away.
There is one greater that promises not a covering of snow,
But a restoration to where one wouldn’t even know
That what before we wanted to hide
Is now beautiful
Because of nails in hands and a spear in the side.
He saw the mess we wanted kept out of sight,
And for the joy set before him—made things right.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
My simple, awkward, unperfected prose
will never be compared or even see the light of day
against the beauty or importance of any Shakespeare Rose
even these rhymes are difficult to understand or say.
The truth is most of us will be forgotten or swept aside
we cannot keep or hold the attention of such a crazy world.
Instead we are here and gone faster than the changing tide,
our best efforts, the almost perfect moments end up being hurled.
I say it's time instead to accept our imperfections
take chances that may leave us without a thing
ignore the popular opinion; the inevitable objections
stop waiting for what will be brought and see what we can bring.
It's only when we try and fail and try again
That we live a life not thinking of what might have been.
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 3:28 AM UTC
My life consists of walk-by smiles
Shallow, lacking any real depth
No burning passion, or even deep regret
Just small ones--here or there
That culminate into something more.
My walk is sometimes slow and sometimes fast.
I love the pretty girls that smile back.
But a smile is only that, a smile
It is here and gone again.
The brief excitement or fuzzy feelings fade
Into nothing but the cold breeze against my face
Reminding me that somethings missing.
It is more than just the smiles
They are only a small piece of the whole
The feelings of an incomplete existence
One lacking so much love and joy
Filled with busyness, addictions and indifference
Feeding the bad with attempts to remove
But lacking the courage to fill with good
Perhaps too much pride, or doubting I deserve
All of it let alone a little
Resolution eludes me even now
So many distractions deepening the disillusionment
Will the walk-by smile life ever lead
To stopping, a hello, even coffee or tea...
I usually make too big a deal,
but I see the problem is probably me.
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 2:20 PM UTC
Another year is coming soon
Anticipation mixed with doubt
For growth and knowledge there is room
My fear is that I will be found out
Its times like these that make you think
Of life, and love, and death, and pain
And as through times quicksand I sink
My lack of life and love bring shame
Even the cross sometimes is thinly veiled
Its brilliance lost with each passing day
My sin requires His grace like bounteous field
The more I age, I see I need Him all the way.
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 4:16 AM UTC
I fake it from the start
always turning off my heart.
It makes things easier that way.
At least for as long as you stay.
Emotions blocked off like a dam
til I start to lose who I am
No catcher in the rye
to keep my lonely life from slipping by
the watchers only wait to see
if anything is left of me
or if it vanished in the silent stream.
Only to be found again in someone's dream,
Or Nightmare of what they might become
if they can't forgive them-self for what they've done.
Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
Lost
Ending
Fading Falling
What once was
has slipped away
only remnants remain
remnants of a once spectacular sight
or was it a spectacular mirage?
The mind and eyes play tricks
on one who through the desert wanders.
purposeful,
or perhaps even the wandering is running
Fast away from anything good, or true, or beautiful
They say the truth will set you free,
but when the truth is more terrifying than the lie
which is more desirable?
Freedom or the escape from that which you most fear?
Pain from revelation of whats hidden deep down
or Exhaustion from keeping hidden what is buried?
Pain will eventually result in healing, restoration
EVENTUALLY!
How Long?
What will it take?
Exhaustion will only result in weariness and surrender
Yet though I "know" the right
I still cannot choose
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
Sun Sets as I descend
From the clouds, passing vapors
The last light of day
Disappearing beyond the distant
horizon. All day graced by
its light. I realize it's almost
gone. Yet though I regret
my lack of appreciation.
The Suns final moments
are its most beautiful moments.
The Sun will rise again
It doesn't hold grudges
So are God's mercies new
every morning. Tomorrow
when i see the sun rise
it will remind me of
That awesome fact.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC
This is what I think of:
Smiles and jokes
Dreams and hopes.
Laugh and a hug
truth and love.
I hope your commitment never wains.
Even through hardships, sorrows, and pains.
Remember Christ above all.
When one of you will no doubt fall.
Your love gives hope that I
Will find a love before I die.
What you have is a gift from God.
And keep him as the unwavering rod.
For he will never fail you.
Think also on faith and hope along with love
which is in relation to the other two this: above.
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 1:38 PM UTC
Night driving makes me calm.
Speed underfoot, and direction in palm.
I can go really fast or slow
Destination: I don't even know
Don't really have to share the road
I feel like I stop to erode.
I don't have to think of all the things I have to do
I get to dream of what it would be like if everything were new.
If life didn't always wear me down.
Make me frown.
Kick me around.
If the right decisions weren't always hard.
And my choices were not always with selfishness marred.
Divider lines go flying by.
Can't always live my life asking "why?"
Sometimes we have to do the best with what we got.
Even if its not a lot.
And the outcomes sometimes rot.
Do we really believe that God will work it all?
Even when we slip and fall.
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 1:12 PM UTC