Love forgets itself
& Simultaneously
Love finds itself

Logic,
In many ways
divides;
Truth,
In it's own way
Decides

Or

Logic
may divide,
But Truth
Will decide

In God's eyes
It's not about right versus wrong
It's about choosing life over death


#Truth
#Grace
#Tree of Life

My beliefs
Are not found on a map,
Or in a book of matter o' fact.
They are not
A prescription to every foreseeable problem,
Or even the best of ideas
If anyone's got 'em.
But they are the partiality,
Out of all reality,
That leads me into truth.
And this thing of the latter
Is really all that matters,
And for which I would rather
Fight for with my life.

#Truth
#Wisdom of God
#Word of God

Through the pain
Truth can be hard to see
In the pain
It can be hard to think clearly
Because of the pain
God is giving me
The desire to love others
For who they are
Not as they ought to be

Truth without love
Is error
Love without truth
Is a lost wayfarer

Free of pretense
It's own defense
Immense beyond sense
In a sense,
Accessible at no expense
Relying on us with it commence;
Not above needing us hence
That from which true justice is dispensed
It's own recompense
Without offense
Past, present and future tense
Unable to be condensed

I do not have a tangible prescription
For the state of our world today.
I do not have all the right words
To keep all your fears at bay.
I have no great or noble plan
For conquering literal and figurative
Giants far and wide;
I do not have infinite wisdom
To govern or decide.
Determining solutions
For dilemmas too abstract to see
Is an insurmountable complication
A proposal too deep for me.

I prefer instead to offer
An outstretched hand to you,
By sharing a loving Father
Whom I've found to be faithful and true.
Through all my joy and sorrow -
And yes, I've felt a lot -
My God has never abandoned me,
Nor His own promise has He forgot.
For yet in my sin He loved me
And payed a price to purchase my soul.
So that even in  my conflicts and messes
The beauty he made would surely be made whole.
Through my brightest and darkest hours
His Spirit still strove with me,
To bring me into a deeper relationship
In order that I be free.

Amidst a chaotic world today,
I have no answer but one:
The all sufficiency of my Lord Jesus Christ
God's only begotten Son.

What makes true suffering feel
Like an unbearable weight?
What makes struggling seem
Like an incurable state?
The reason is the very thing that freedom hides behind
It's not a matter of ignorance;
Love and virtue I seek to find
The trouble lies in letting go
Of the things that I call mine

Do we
Choose love
or embrace it?
Do we
Ascent to love
or face it?

None on Earth shall be the wisest,
None on Earth shall be the best;
Complete possession of virtue is not the goal of our quest.
For we have but one created purpose,
Bestowed upon us by our Father above:
We are meant to be forever subjects of His Divine choosing,
And objects of His perfect Love.