Thank God for Another Day

"I'm a goner, somebody catch my breath. I wanna be known by you."
                                                                          ~Twenty One Pilots

~Thank God for Another Day~

Who am I looking for in the bramble and weeds?

What motivation am I using to get through the woods?

Who is on the other side of this long walk?

What do I seek, in the dark, in the dank air of the desecrated sanctuary?

Twisting, crooked vines,

Snatching my arms and legs.

Scraping my skin as I struggle to get out.

Being pulled to the ground trying to find my way.

My failings make me who I am.

But I need to be thankful even when I am lost.

It is hard to see where I am.

But I still need to thank God for another day.

Breaking free but not by me.

Continuing my journey to the sea.

I am glad I did not flee.

And I thank God for taking me in my need. 

Learning how to fall.

Learning how to die.

Learning how to repent. 

Learning how to live in this prison of mine.

Knocked down on the floor and loving it

Beaten but not taken out. 

Hurt by men who see what I have. 

As I hold my head up high and see the woods before my feet. 

On the other side is the salt and water.

On the other side is soil to plant new seeds.

On the other side are chains being broken.

But for now I am thanking God for another day.

Grieving for those that do not understand.

Praying for those that do not look or see.

Walking in this thorn filled woods.

Hoping to grab more to walk and ride with me.

Take heart and use your guilt to repent. 

Denying the pleasures of the world's grief.

Seek the path through the woods.

And then look up take heart and thank God for another day. 

Tongue in Cheek Science

"Living is simple, it's gravity. Gravity, isn't so hard.  Living is simple, it's entropy. Entropy, falling apart. I'm falling apart again."
                                                      Switchfoot

Tongue in Cheek Science
















Gravity keeps me on the ground and makes me realize I wish I could fly.
I want true joy.
I want to be free. 
I want to take gravity out and fly to be whole.

I grieve for the living because people today have no hope.
I grieve for myself because I can become enamored by this life.
These laws that keep me grounded. 

These laws that bind the physical to the solid.

I have a bullet and I have a gun.
I have a knife and a target.
I have an arrow with a bow. 

I have a tongue and a voice.

This bullet goes through the skull.
This bullet is shot from a barrel.
What does this mean? 

It means the physical needs to be bound not to gravity but to the sanctity of the living soul.

This knife cuts deep.
It burrows into the target and does the deed.
What does this mean? 

It means blood is richer when it is flowing from love and hope.

This arrow pierces the heart of every man.
It connects and kills.
What does this mean? 

It means that in fealty there can be strength. 

This tongue is the most dangerous weapon known.
It can destroy more than a bullet, knife, or arrow.
What does this mean? 

It means our greatest weapon can be used to build them up or cause them to fall.

We have killed many so far.
We have used weapons to end lives.
But what lives are we talking about? 

Well, we are talking about the flesh that gravity is holding.

We are killing the very thing keeping us from hope.
The human eyes that lust after power,  greed,  and sexuality.
Cutting away depression, anxiety, and strife. 

To become one with a Savior that we can look to and replace our false flesh souls.

Hope is what will get you through the day.
Hope will give you the strength to fight the in the fray.
To become like entropy and then fly away.
To break the laws of this world and turn to the world of our Father.