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Conrad Larson Mar 25
The night is long, the road is wide,
the air burns cold, the winds confide.
Yet who shall stand against the dawn,
when love itself has led us on?
He spoke the world from silent dust,
to walk the road that bled to death.
Then tell me now, what man shall rise,
to lay his claim, to call me lies?
What tongue dare whisper I am lost,
when He has paid the final cost?
No sword, no stone, famine's hand,
no raging tide, nor desert sand,
no shadow cast from heights untold,
can break the bond my spirit holds.
The earth may shake, the sky may fall,
the grave may stretch its silent call.
But love has struck its burning mark,
no depth can drown, no night is dark.
So let them come with tooth and chain,
with fire's breath, with flood and rain.
No reckoning stands, no verdict stays,
for He is love beyond all days.
Conrad Larson Mar 10
You do not know where the wind walks,
how it stirs the cottonwoods at dusk,
the way it moves the dust across the plain
like ghosts fleeing a silent war.
It has no name but carries the weight of ages,
whispering secrets it will never tell.
Nor can you see the hands that shape
the life itself beneath the ribcage of the world,
human bone and body spun from silence,
blood singing its first unspoken hymn.
The Maker’s fingers work in shadows,
his loom threading stars and sinew alike,
his breath a word we cannot utter.
Out here, the land rolls on forever,
the earth stitched to the sky by horizons
that shimmer like lies in the heat.
Through fields of wheat that bend like prayers,
through rivers that carve the land like longing,
through nights so wide the stars seem near enough to touch.
The earth is full of voices, though none speak your name,
yet in the hush between footfalls, you listen
and the silence hums with something divine
Men plant their seeds in the dark soil,
their faith as fragile as the brittle stalks.
They do not know which will rise,
nor whether the rains will come
or the locusts.
But still, they sow.
Still, they wait.
Because there is no knowing,
and yet, there is knowing,
a quiet thing, lodged deep in the chest,
older than man’s knowing itself.
And on you press,
Because what is faith, if not a step forward
into the unknown,
into the unseen,
into the hands that have held all things
since before time learned to name itself,
The wind moves, and you cannot see it.
Life grows, and you do not know how.
But somewhere, beyond the farthest ridge,
the unseen hand is steady at work,
turning the world on its axis,
calling you to walk forward,
though the road may never show its end,
and you walk
until paths of dust are traded,
for streets of gold.
We chase an end to suffering’s cry,
With weary hearts, we wonder why.
We long for peace, for trials to cease,
Yet find no lasting joy, no sweet release.
Blind we wander, lost in despair,
Grasping at shadows that vanish in air.
For we think joy is where pain must end,
But miss the truth that God can mend.
It’s not in the absence of sorrow or strife,
That we find the fullness of abundant life.
For suffering lingers, as shadows will,
But God’s great purpose shines brighter still.
When we surrender, when we let go,
The seeds of meaning begin to grow.
In every tear, He plants His grace,
Transforming the darkness, revealing His face.
Joy is born where trust takes root,
Where faith in Him bears eternal fruit.
The pain remains, yet hope is near,
For Christ has conquered our every fear.
So rest, my friend, in His perfect will,
Though storms may rage, His love is still.
For in His hands, your trials refine,
Your a masterpiece of His grand design.
Conrad Larson Feb 20
I tried to run, I tried to hide,
From mercy deep and love so wide.
I traced the stars, I searched the sea,
But still, Your grace kept calling me.
I longed for truth, I longed for light,
Yet stumbled blindly through the night.
But every road led back to You,
The only hope, the only Truth.
Take me back to where I began,
Kneeling down with empty hands.
No more questions, no more pride,
Just in Your love I abide.
You bore the weight I couldn’t bear,
You took the cross, You met me there.
And though I broke, though I failed,
Your love endured, Your love prevailed.
Now grace restores what sin had lost,
My life purchased with blood at the cross.
No need for answers, no need to fear,
Your love is constant, always near.
To The God who loves me wherever I roam,
Who has a set place, made a home.
Within his divine, forever embrace,
To one day gaze upon your holy face
Oh, Jesus, Savior, lift my eyes,
To see my home beyond the skies.
I see it clearly now! I know it’s true!
I was made to run to You!
Conrad Larson Feb 15
For I am the Lord, like me there is no other
Aside from me there is no shelter, nor cover
False idols and gods shatter beneath my word
So hear my call, and walk away from the herd
For to the cliffs, these sheep of the earth run
In search of their own pleasure and fun
And they know not this fact to be true
That no one, but me is coming to save you
No ruler, no king that comes from any land
Is a match for the wonders, I do with my hands
They trust in their machines, and their tools
But compared to me, they are but mere fools
Where were they, when the foundation was laid
For the earth and all of the glory I’ve made
They were unformed, unmade, merely a thought
The tiniest of pieces in this great plan I’ve plot
They built their tower, trying to touch my might
But nothing they create, no matter the height
Will ever come within my glory, within my sight
For you to ever experience heavens light
You must surrender your will, give up the fight
In my Son alone, you are rescued from the night
Conrad Larson Feb 11
In the quiet dawn of hopeful day,
I choose the path where truth will stay.
To live as Christ has shown the way,
In every breath and light of day.
I seek the truth that sets hearts free,
A beacon in life's black sea.
Though it may cost my all, my goals,
His word will make my spirit whole.
I long to feel love, pure and divine,
A light in each moment does shine.
Through trails fierce and great pain,
In His embrace, true strength I gain.
The cost is steep, it takes my heart,
Every ounce of me must play its part.
Yet every sacrifice yields grace,
A richer love no wealth can replace.
So step by step, with faith so bright,
I walk this path from dark to light.
Though I surrender all I've known,
His eternal joy becomes my own.
Live with truth in every hour,
Let love transform with sacred power.
For in the end, though much is lost,
The gain of grace is worth the cost.
Conrad Larson Jan 31
O me! O life! of these questions profound,
Of struggles and trials that circle around,
Of hearts that falter, of faith grown dim,
Of void wandering souls, forgetting Him.

Of days that vanish like smoke in the air,
Of dreams once bright, now burdened with care,
Of voices crying, yet failing to see,
The grace that calls so tenderly.

That you are here, that life is given,
A gift of mercy, a glimpse of Heaven.
The powerful play of eternity goes on,
That wondrous sonnet, that beautiful song.
And you, yes you may lift up voice,
To know the great truth, it’s only your choice.
Because the play goes on without a rehearse,
Fix your eyes on God, and to that play,
You may contribute a verse.
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