you played this song in my heart therefore i have hope that i belong and my mere belonging is because of you and for you alone. glory on high! here is true confidence that gives pure courage, Christ makes new. Christ alone.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
noise everywhere yet the moment you draw near o Lord at once is my hearing true and subtle. peace is finally tasted when i believe in your sweetness to be my one and only satisfaction. nothing else will suffice!
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
my mind has been a tempest waiting to be unraveled lately
take out all the leaves if you have too, full of melancholy
my justification is mere overwhelming fear of staying with this crippled misconception of grace unmoving yet, here i am, a walking contradiction- if anything, yet you call me your sister, your bride
please pull out all the proud and shining lies
make me more like the One once upon that tree that brought me to life
all i have is you, Christ, triune joy.
i breathe because of you.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
filled with a glimpse of this love that is immovable, ever unchangeable all the while remaining unconditional and overall unfathomable
i'm praying that this time i will not look to anybody, no, not to anything but keep my eyes ever praising my only Shelter above. it is only here that i can understand anybody, yes and anything correctly. it is here that any can be cured, even the weakest, yes even you and me.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
i will stand like the trees in the rain, simply accepting the storm - seeing that the showers bring much fruition
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
the yellow imitations of sunflowers in the midst of grandeur planning- here is where we come to find that the Potter is indeed for us, in the most Divine sense of it really and we must- if indeed, hiding below the willow of His loving arms has been our all in all, yes- we must shine for the mere fact that He is and we are because of Him.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
you claim that there never has been a Creator or ever will be,
but tell me why this supposedly nonexistent God can never escape your lips?
your thoughts and dreams all are consumed by Him, sure a denial of Him but yet you find Him never really leaving,
indeed something nonexistent could never occupy anything if it is not yet- in the quietness of our fading time- the mere thought of His Omniscient Presence discomforts you.
oh i pray you may but look up to see how The Triune Fire is in your very midst- indeed, giving you the ability to even breathe- yet you use it to blaspheme.
foolish yet understandable to our nature- know this, it will not be long if you are His- He will not hesitate to bring you Home
oh foolish one- come Home.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
feminism, a joke.
how furiously do they go on
chanting about how true femininity is found in
a complete surrender of all inner desires that
have been welling up inside of all our hearts-
as girls we ought to be the same and even try to
bring down those we ought to help- indeed we
were created for this-
except that
God created the woman out of man's side- to stand by them, never trotting them down.
we ought to, indeed- we must go back to our own gardens,
our sorts of gentle peace and joy if we are to be our real selves.
the Cultivator Himself is pleased in renewing us and guiding us into this very beautiful reality. we cannot go back on our own...
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
broken at Your feet
is where i need to be
if the need to help others
is what distills me.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
though this basket of abundance has been handed over to me
i flee and look for other containers
yes, perhaps a cup could fill my longing- a mere cup of something that promises only for the journey that takes me back
for they all do this, every single one of them.
oh- for how long must i keep doing this, if my treasure is mine already?
where has He gone now? His flowers do not have the joyful scent to them anymore and His fruits are no longer seen anywhere... but the Son still shines- there's still the moon over me, accompanied with the many stars... His children- precious promises.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC