You Have Legs...Use Them

"I Will Not Pretend That We Are All Friends, When All Of Us Know That We'Re Not. And I Am Afraid Of Pulling My Name, Away From The Places I Know I'Ve Been On This Slow Down Descent."                                                                                                                                      ～ Deas Vail

~ Have Legs ... Use Them ~     

In moments like these I hope too much.

I dream up responses that let go of, instead of holding on.

The hope does not seem to be as real as it once was.

This is where my faith needs to take over and show me how to believe.

Targeting the balance of the left and the right.

Taking up arms against the heart.

And taking shots at the mind.

Duck and cover for this world is gonna blow.

It will rise up in flame.

It will enter into the line that was never supposed to be crossed.

A little further down the road.

A little to close to Hell.

In moments like these, I wish to much.

I see the stars and remember not all of them are real.

I hope, hope decides that it will manifest out of me.

Even when I need to reach deep down inside while I flee.

The shot is lined up after I moved from the right to the left.

Finger on the trigger.

The pulse is the beat.

Duck and cover for this world is gonna blow.

Enter in and enter out.

Move your butt to a better place.

Enter in enter out.

Regret does nothing but get in the way.

String along brilliant acts.

Get together and breathe in more than contrition.

Break down the fence that is holding you back.

Take the shot and bring yourself to a place of happiness.

In moments like these I am a kid that knows his place.

In moments like these this Hell transforms into something worthwhile.

While the hope secures faith.

And the faith depends on how much I wish to represent my belief.

Doubt equals a soul who chose it over believing.

Two sides of the same coin. 

Both used for target practice.

Duck and cover for this world is going to blow.

Erase it and move on.

Learn and travel further.

Hope for the faith that is inside all. 

For it is better to live than to stand still.

You have legs ... Use them. 

Unashamed Faith and a Fall

"Maybe my faith is found inside a seed. Maybe faith is found inside of me. Mostly I feel like I'm lost at sea. I believe, Lord help my unbelief. I believe you could move this mountain of mine."
                                                                                         ~Jon Foreman

~Unashamed Faith and a Fall~

There are so many rocks stacking up in front of me.

I guess I will climb.

The panic takes my breath.

And I look down to see if anyone is below who will catch me if I continue to climb. 

The struggle can be real

And the struggle can make you  better man.

I wish to be in the struggle, so that I have something to overcome.

I wish to be in the struggle, so that I can fall and climb back up again. 

I am a man who likes to fall.

For every time I fall I learn how to live.

I wish to be like a Paul, a serial killer turned gold. 

I have no desire for the easy way, but for the way where I am unashamed. 

I know a man who is better than me in every way.

He emptied a Holy body to be flesh like me.

Good news was written,

And today his death is the dynamite that can move the mountain I climb. 

I cannot save,

I cannot heal a wound that is deeper than the mind.

I can only teach and hope,

I can only be a man who will learn to pray.

Salvation is a rescue and this rescue is saving from wrath.

The wrath of true love.

A rescue from what I want in my body.

And a guide that shows me what my body really needs. 

I cannot do enough good and find Heaven.

I need a process, an action, a movement of doing, a little thing called faith.

For good works will come with faith.

And anything else is a curse.

We do not earn salvation.

It comes through faith.

Faith keeps me climbing.

And faith keeps me loving.

I seek to climb.

To know that when I fall someone is there to catch me.

I seek to see the mountain and ask it to move.

To blow up expectations and fear the truth. 

What I was Thinking

"Love uses the pain to drill the holes, that irrigate our dry and thirsty souls."

                                                                                              ~Tim Foreman

What I was Thinking

What was I thinking?

I wasn't now was I?

My mind has seen the longing my heart was supposed to have.

Do I believe in more than what I see?

If I do not, then what was I thinking?

I walk into caves where I do not belong.

I trust more in sinners than most who believe.

For at least they understand and have faith in what they say.

Why do those who believe never show it to those who need to be shown?

They sit at home and wait for something to happen instead of waking up.

What are they thinking?

I know I should keep on thinking.

Even if it is a question or a praise.

Father please forgive my unbelief.

Father help me stand out and go into the caves.

To cause a ripple effect to travel like a Mass Effect. 

I need to trek to the places where I do no belong. 

To show the truth to others.

Instead of sitting down and refusing to go out and share.

I may die in the caves. 

I may find pain.

I welcome the challenge because pain breeds life in my lungs whether I live or die. 

I am learning to find love in the pain.

I am finding hope in faith.

I am finding peace in death.

My heart is beginning to realize that what I see can lead me astray.

My faith is when I am awake. 

For when I am awake I am alert to the unseen truth.

I base my faith on evidence shown to me daily.

It is more than a feeling.

It is more than sitting and doing nothing.

My faith is based off the love that is being awake.

So why don't you wake up and move?

Wake up and examine what you were thinking.

Wake up and do what you are meant to do.

Wake up and service the kinks in the folly that make it to the end.

For in the end no one may become life again.