You should be over this by now.
What's wrong with you?
I ask myself repeatedly
Others tell me that too.
And then I hear from Him
The most important Voice of all.
I stumble again. I get up, then fall
But when my flesh fails
When my soul wails
He is the strength of my heart
When I feel as though no one understands
I recount the work of His hands
I read on what He has done
I cry out in desperation
Not forsaken, not unloved
As He feels what I feel
My broken heart, He does heal
He weeps when I weep
He dances over me
Singing with empathy
I'm here. I'm here
Is what I hear
Repeatedly
What is this pursuit of me?
When I'm unfaithful
He comes after me
I hold on to Him because
He empowers me.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Render this time as sacred
More precious than gold
Render this time as valuable
A Life was sold
I speak of this time that I'd so easily trade
For that which is temporary
And those that so easily fade
This time that should be priceless
Because it was bought
And given to me
I want this time to be
More than just part of the routine
More than something to foresee
More than a task of that never-ending to do list.
I call the Giver of this time my Lord
But all the time for the mundane, I hoard
I see lordship but not for Him
I see lordship for me and to me
Selfishness at its epitome
So I bow my sorry head
Sorry for the life I've led
Where I chose to spend this time
All for me
When my God was not the priority
Grace, oh, grace I ask
From this time on
I choose to spend this time in light of eternity
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Son:
"I love You, O Lord, my strength,"
I cried at the remainder of life's length.
I will worship You forevermore.
Like eagles, on wings I will soar.
All by Your grace, I finished the race.
I'm seeing You, my Father, face to face.
Father:
Come, My son, come home
The life you lived, My glory shown
The loved ones you left behind
Are not without care. They're on My mind.
I've heard their prayers. I've seen their tears.
I am beyond their apprehensions and fears.
I am their God Who'll see them through
Just as I have been faithful to you.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
My child, I rejoice over you with singing
With dancing, I take delight in you.
Every tear, I wiped while you were crying
With love, I saw you through
Go and speak. Go and tell.
Of how I redeemed you after you fell.
Fell into the depths of sin and shame
Fell into pride to lift up your name.
But My child, My love is greater still
Greater than your finite mind, soul, and will.
I pursued you with Love everlasting
Even if it entailed My Son dying
With Him you were raised
So I am greatly to be praised.
Every moment with Me is not a waste.
I am in your midst. I am mighty to save.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
I opened my eyes and saw many wondrous things:
The clouds at day and the stars at night,
The sea that spans the vast horizon,
Creation–He made with such delight.
And then I look at me: intricately woven,
Made with so much love,
Fashioned in the image of God above.
He knows me more than I know myself
The depths of my dark past, the whereabouts of the now,
Every detail of the distant future or what'll happen after now.
I stand mesmerized by that Love that cares about every detail of me
Even where I'll spend eternity.
Undeserving of that grace, that forgiveness, the blood that was shed on the cross,
I'm even more in awe of how this battle was not Love's loss.
He rose so I can rise. He conquered so I can conquer.
What better response can I do than share that Love and fall in worship too?
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
Dazed, I lie down on my bed
With so many thoughts racing through my head.
Am I loved? Do I matter? Insecurities galore,
but here, You found me so broken. Waiting and wanting for more
More of what? That I didn’t know.
Until You made me realize that Your love upon me is what I need
and You will bestow
Humbled, I lied down in my bed
With so many thoughts racing through my head
Your love that You graciously lavished upon me
Is overwhelming. How could this be?
Amazed, I lie down on my bed
With so many thoughts racing through my head.
You’re too much for my finite mind to ever comprehend
Thank You for the love that has no end.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
To myself, what am I doing?
I’m up at two in the morning.
I know that if I try to sleep,
To the land of dreams, I will take a leap.
But oh, here I am, awake and unsure
About the reason. I need a cure.
I think I’m done thinking of words that’ll rhyme.
Did you know that mothballs sublime?
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
Oh, how could this be
That a Man so perfect would die for me?
Considering all the sins I've made,
He died for them; He so willingly paid.
Oh, how could this be
That a Man so perfect would love me?
He relates with me in all His majesty and splendor
Oh, LORD, what more can I ask for?
Oh, how could this be
That a Man so perfect would show me mercy?
As undeserving as this,
I was nothing, nothing but sin.
But by His blood, I am cleansed,
And clothed with His righteousness
Oh, how could this be
That a Man so perfect would lavish His grace upon Me?
He's been so faithful through all these years
Guiding me through laughter and tears.
Oh, Jesus, thank You for Your acceptance
And for choosing me without resistance.
Oh, LORD, I can say that I am truly blessed.
Thank you for removing my sins as far as the east is from the west.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
I will not sleep until a poem I will write
Was what I promised myself last night
I woke up to the morning light
And a blank page was at my sight.
Oh, this is frustrating.
About what should I be writing?
Why can't the rhymes come to mind,
Or are the right words simply too hard to find?
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
There was a desire to give a certain amount,
But I lacked. No, wait! I must've lost count!
Counting... Yes, I was really short on cash.
How embarrassing of me, but I checked every stash.
I am aware that God will provide,
But do I cling to the promise,
And on Him do I fully abide?
I went through the motions that Sunday.
When a lady came to me with something to say.
The Lord told her that she had notes to give me.
I looked at her wide-eyed, filled with gratitude, filled with glee.
It was not just what I needed, but even more.
I can't imagine the blessings that are still in store!
God indeed works in wondrous ways.
Worry not about provision. That should always be the case!
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC