Lifting Spirit (Poem From High School)

Lifting Spirit

Let’s look past our differences on the gates of imperfection. 

Let’s hold hands to face what may come next. 

Forever light will shine, a glimmer and a shine through strong eyes. 

Seeing is not believing, but faith will bring us through.

Into hard times, 

And into good we all face. 

With my love failing sometimes. 

But I’ll be crawling back in due time.

Sometimes I’m looking for a back door to escape the pressures of this world. 

I should know by now that your unfailing love will see me through. 

Open mouth but no sound is coming. 

Show me your power and authority.

No time can tell the coming of our Lord. 

So I’ll wait.

You’re looking down on me seeing me make my mistakes. 

You’re looking down on me seeing me do your will. 

I’m standing then falling to my knees as I cry out and say I love 

As I lift up my hands to worship. 

Now thanks and take, God thanks and takes me.

I love you, God I love you.

What is In-Between?

"I am the war inside,. I am the battle line. I am the rising tide. I am the more I fight, eyes open, open wide. I can feel like I'm the crack in my spine. I can feel like the back of my mind. I am the war inside."

                                                                     Switchfoot

~What is In-Between?~

Down on my knees I pray.

Forward thinking in recovery kneeling.

A brightness in a black room I was thinking.

On my knees I decide to pray.

Will I continue until the end beginning?

Will I pray and feel grace and mercy,

On a day of hurt,

On a day of pain?

In these days when anxiousness takes over the mind.

When my worry blocks out my words.

While I am trying to be what I need to be.

When I am trying to live life and pray.

I am a flawed masterpiece.

I am a man who finds comfort in the rain.

Looking forward to the day I no longer fear to pray.

Looking for peace in a mind that sees magic as faith.

I want to be able to close my eyes and pray for more than just me.

To see the needs around.

To go forward in love in a world far from me,

To pray not as a checklist, but a relationship that feeds.

Can we hold onto the vines that come down from glory?

Can we depend on Love instead of ourselves?

Can we climb up high and experience a fall,

So that we can seek and climb once more?

Hope for more than your own desires.

Pray and believe that Love is listening. 

For Love answers in one way or another. 

And the answers will make us stronger.

Faith is above and below.

It is the sky and the dirt.

Fear does not belong in the in-between.

When I look up and see the glory, the in-between falls down.

And I do as well, to my knees and then I begin to pray. 

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.