Monday, October 27, 2014

Even If You Do Not Seek

"I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen."                ~Ernest Hemingway


~Even If You Do Not Seek~

Protect and be still.
A boundary made by love and not by hate.

Am I in a cage when the rules are put in place?
Or are they placed in my life out of love?

We seek immediate gratification.
When we should be looking to the eternal.

Stars light my way and sing songs of hope.
They protect and point me in the right direction.

Humanity illuminated by selfishness.
And our pride can take us out.

Death will come to every man.
What will you do while you are here?

Listening to the eternal one can be hard.
But if it is done lives will be free.

The road is hard.
But the reward is great.

Pray and be still.
Listen and wait.
Love will live even if you do not seek. 

Monday, October 20, 2014

Who Are You?




"Fear and faith have something in common: they both believe in a future that hasn't happened yet."            ~Unknown

     Who Are You?


It hurts to be free.
It hurts to be alive.
I see the miraculous, yet I still struggle to stay clean.

It has to be you.
The one that answers my prayers.
Why then do I doubt you?

Sometimes I need to reach out and grab love.
Instead of waiting for love to come to me.
Faith can make you well, but I still doubt.

Who is this man you raises people from the dead?
Who is the one that fills my thirsty soul?
How come I know the answer, but I still ask the question?

It hurts to believe.
It hurts to know the truth.
It hurts because I do not belong here.

My home is not this world.
My home has representation that can actually get work done.
My home is not limited by time.

Who are you?
Why do you do the things you do?
Why do you love me?

It is easier to know God than to believe He loves me.
Who are you God?
Why do I doubt you when you always pull through?

The Earth moves around a sun.
My world revolves the true son.
I am sorry for my wrongdoings when I fall and think that the physical is worth more than love.

I live my life and wish I did it better.
I live my life to serve love and others.
A metaphor for sacrifice is what I wish to show.

I go through seasons.
I follow myself sometimes instead of the truth.
I go through seasons all the time.

I sweat and feel the burn of the risen Son.
As I move and try so hard, yet I fall anyway.
The snow covers me and lets me know I can be free once more. 
Until I spring up and grow in the name of the love you have shown.

It hurts when you run away.
It hurts when we hide instead of pray.
It hurts, but I would not trade it for anything. 


Another day to doubt.
Another day to believe. 
Another day to have my sins washed away.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

What a Strange Question

"We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same"
                ~Anne Frank



~What a Strange Question~

Are we good?
Are we good when we are born?
Are we good as we grow?
I do not think so.

We are broken hearted people.
We are sinners to the core.
Our lives are handed to us when we are born.
Out bodies are dead the moment we first breathe.

We are rooted to this world before we learn to speak.
We travel in the dark.
We travel into the shadows .
We try to navigate based on ourselves and we fail...most of the time.

Ultimately we do not deserve life or love.
We do not think we need to seek out something different. 
Even when our insides are screaming for second life.
Even when we have the moments where we feel no hole but are just living.

I know there must be something more.
I know there must be something worth fighting for.
I know my insides could be brought to life. 
I know it is easier to doubt than to believe.

Are we good?
What a strange question.
Do we deserve love?
Do we deserve the sacrifice?
Are we good?

Sunday, October 5, 2014

This is About True Love

Whatever good things we build end up building us.
                                                                    ~Jim Rohn

~This is About True Love~

This is a matter of blood.
This is a matter of the heart.
This is my body being a vessel that means nothing.
This is my body longing for the other side.

I walk, then I run.
I slow down and crash.
I get hurt, I get wronged. 
I have  hope,  even when I feel alone.

The world falls down on top of me.
The world is allowed to try and tempt me. 
But even when I get taken aback
I am never alone.

Here are my hands 
Here are my feet
Here is my heart
Take them for the glory of pain.

For pain is used to build up the soul.
The hurt is used to show what love truly is.
My world can fall apart.
My world can be rebuilt.

Life takes us through renovations.
It takes its toll when the wall gets taken down.
When the foundation is rattled
We think all is lost.

Our houses need to be built on a real surface. 
Our houses need to be cleaned. 
To be washed and scrubbed and made new again.
To be made better even if it must be destroyed first.

Love takes our times of need.
It snatches them up to be used for good. 
It grasps them, then lets them go for help.
We can show love  to others when we know what it feels like to not be loved.

This is a matter of blood.
This is a matter of the heart. 
This is a matter of turning adversity into beauty.
This is about true love.