Sunday, January 25, 2015

Not For Me

"We're on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
I can feel your open arms
That pure emotion
I'm finally free again
Like my own explosion
We're on your shore again
I can feel the ocean"
                              ~Switchfoot

~Not For Me~

Can I enter the kingdom if I am just a good person? 
Is my morale compass what will save me? 
Am I too scared to speak the truth, 
Even if it offends?

The gate of religion needs to be torn down. 
The morality compass without God needs to cease.
True life is what I seek. 
Living for my God is how I wish to live. 

My morals could never be perfect. 
I am unworthy of inheriting the other side. 
But I have a hope. 
And I have a savior who let's me be more than what I am. 

My world gets torn apart. 
My world spins to the left and I try and run to the right.  
I wait on a promise. 
I wait and if not now, maybe later.

My faith is being tested when I wait. 
My faith is being stretched and strengthened by my belief. 
I wait on true love to guide my soul. 
I wait on God because I can never do it on my own. 

Bring me peace when I have no more work to give. 
Bring me tears when my heart is hardened. 
Let my eyes become water as the fire burns my calloused soul. 
I offer my faith up to you,  as I did to myself and take up your words as my own.

If I offend let it be. 
If I fail let it be. 
If I must wait let it be. 
But let me see, oh, Lord please let me see. 

Nothing is nothing without you. 
Everything is everything when your around. 
I am yours,  I am yours. 
I am the boat and you are the wind. 
Take my sails where you want them to be. 
Take my life and let me live not by me,  please God not for me. 

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Front Lines

"For all we know, these days are all numbered. But things could get better, I know
God, 'cause I'll be the first and the last one to go. Lord, it's a cruel, cruel world without love."
                                                                         ~Further Seems Forever



~Front Lines~

I am on the front lines. 
I am fighting a war on which I know I will win.
I am on the front lines. 
Where are you?

What is this gray area you speak of? 
What is this wishy washy way you have about you? 
I am on the front lines. 
I have made my choice.

What are you choosing? 
What side do you fight for? 
You must choose a side. 

You cannot be in the middle of the battle field. 
I want to live like today is my last.  
I want to be free from the chains that the word has shackled me with. 
I am on the front lines. 

And I  believe. 
I believe in the things unseen. 
I believe in a quiet voice that speaks through the wind. 
I believe in trials that can cleanse. 

I believe in a war that is already won.
Over thinking calloused souls. 
War torn hearts hardened by this world. 
Runners who leave when things get hard. 

A message spoken goes in  in one ear and out the other. 
There is a day coming when you will have no more time to choose.  
At that time you will wish to be free. 
You will wish to take back the cruel words said out of fear.  

There is a day coming when the new world will not be yours.
I am on the front lines. 
I am fighting a war of the heart,  mind and soul. 
My life is not easy and it never will be.  
My life is fulfilling even in the trials and the pain. 

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Hypocrites and Pharisees

"This paper posed as photographs. This promise snapped with time elapsed. You think you do, but you don't know me at all. Last chance to find what we believe. I hope you save those you've deceived. You think you do, but you don't know me at all"                                                                         ~Sullivan



~Hypocrites and Pharisees~ 

Why do we pray to gain favor from others?
Why do we think our prayers are higher than our brothers?
Hypocrites and Pharisees are to shallow to know. 
Hypocrites and Pharisees are to knowledgeable to truly understand.

How are we praying? 
How are we going about talking to the ruler of this world and the next? 
He knows the heart of his people.
He knows the mind of the individual.

Why do we only pray when it is convenient?
Why do we pray when we are trying to get prideful gain?
Hypocrites and Pharisees are blind to the simple and true.
Hypocrites and Pharisees pray just to hear their own words.

Take this heart and let it be an offering up to thee. 
Take this mind and wash it clean, so I may pray with meaning and with glee. 
I fall short so let it be an offering up to thee.
I fall short so let it be a way to repentance and glee.

All of my words stand before me.
As I pray and ask for Him to take away the pain.
My voice cries out to my maker.
As my eyes become wet and bloods flows through my veins.

I have flesh that follows up on my faults. 
It prevents me from the perfection I wish to achieve.
One day I will be ushered, into eternity.
One day I will be with my King.

But for now here I am on this Earth.
Humbling myself before the throne. 
I do not want to be like the hypocrites and Pharisees.
I do not wish to die with only riches that make me feel alone.

Why do we pray to gain favor from others?
What is the point of shooting our God?
Why do we pray to light fires and burn the ones we love?
What is the point of killing them when they deserve to be saved?

Hypocrites and Pharisees try to save themselves through Religion and spirituality.
They gloat and show how perfect they can be.
They sign their letters they send to men, God.
And  at the bottom the P.S. reads, "Let me take your sins away."

No man can take away sin.
No man can be spiritual enough in this day.
Religion does not have the answer.
Religion is the crutch that people use when they do not know how to pray.

I choose to depend on my maker.
I choose to pray with an attitude that humbles me to Love. 
I choose to live and grow based on the words of God.
I choose to be a real individual and pray, not to impress those around me.
But to pray my sins and doubts away.