Serve

What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul? Matthew 16:26

~Serve~

Pride will kill us all.

It can consume and twist until you are unrecognizable. 

Pride will kill us all.

It can take us, bind us, and turn you away from what you believe in.

We grasp onto our failures and let them define who we are.

We take hold to our success and we let it define who we are.

But who are we really?

What is the big thing that drives us to be who we are?

What do you believe in?

What makes you tick?

What causes you to wake up in the morning?

What defines you?

Sex will not fulfill your soul.

Drugs will not poison enough to make you feel whole. 

Money will not make you charitable.

And a lover will only show you so much true love.

There is a book that holds my sins.

There is a book that shows my good deeds.

One of these books is bigger than the other.

But there is another book with another story that saves my soul and makes one of the books disappear.

There is a life that I must use to define me.

There is a man who died but did not leave.

There is a place that I strive to enter.

There is a book that prepares me for battle against the idols in my life.

Why would we follow anyone else?

Who else takes away the shackles and the chains?

Why would you go for pride over the maker?

When the maker is the one who saves.

What can I do for my creator?

What can I give to show him my love?

Truthfully not much.

But I do anyways because I want to be more like him.

Do not grasp onto what others have.

For those things will not let you inherit the kingdom. 

Do not use our maker as a crutch. 

For he is the one that needs to be served when the sun is up and when the sun sets.

Serve and let the good news be north on your radar.

Serve and want to.

Serve and fight for your brothers soul.

Serve and love others.

For God does not fail, even when we do.

Do We Live for the Proper Reason?

"So choose your last words, this is the last timeCause you and I, we were born to die." ~Lana Del Rey

Do We Live for the Proper Reason?

Born to live does not seem correct to me.

Being born to live seems like a poor way to live. 

Born to suffer, born to work, born to find love sounds like a better option to me.

We go through life wanting to live.

We want the materials to keep us filled.

Happiness is not connected to this life.

It is connected to the eternal death.

Born to love.

Born to die.

Being born to live does not sound good to me.

A child is alive and they live to die. 

A child shows us what joy is all about.

A child's light is brighter than any cynic we call an adult.

A child knows no bounds and dives in with trust and love.

This life is not our life.

This world is not our home.

Our home is on the other side, so live to die.

Children laugh and children cry.

Children are gifts that show us how we once were.

Dedicate your children with truth.

Dedicate your children, so they may grow and tell the truth as they live for the other side.

I believe in love.

I believe in birth and resurrection. 

I believe in lost causes being shown the way through children's eyes.

We are all born, we all will die.

We do not all live. 

We go through life sitting down and not running forward. 

Get up be a child and lose your life in truth, in love, in a child's eye.

We need to live to learn to die. 

But traditional living will not do.

My living will be one that is focused on my death. 

Focused on love, on lost souls, on living by doubting doubts.

Pray and be still.

Pray for your soul.

And look at life with child's eyes.

Go out to battle and die in the proper fashion. 

With hope in your eyes and love in your heart.

Doubt your doubts and live with the other side in mind.

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. 

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.

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?

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.

We Will Always Have Storms

Hello hurricane, you're not enough
Hello hurricane, you can't silence my love
I've got doors and windows boarded up
All your dead end fury is not enough
You can't silence my love, my love

                                                  ~Switchfoot 

~We Will Always Have Storms~

The waves crash and the waves seem to be hunting me.
I want to feel, I want to use these waves to let love flow through me.
Trouble comes, the lightning flashes and instead of love we flee.
This idol of prosperity needs to be broken down and taken away from me.

Things of this world will not save you.
Your car, your house, your objects will not bring you life.
Do not hold onto these things when trouble comes.
Go to love, go to the Master, no matter what storm comes your way.

We all reach to the other side.
We all want to know the truth.
There is only one road worth taking.
That road is filled with strife and hardships, but it is also filled with love.

Water is over my head killing me.
Water is over my head washing me clean.
Who do I put my trust in?
Who do I show my love?

If this world is not our home,
Why then do we think that struggles will not come unto us?
If our body is only temporary,
Why then do we think it will not feel pain?

Where is our faith?
Who do we put  our trust in?
Where is our hope?
Who is the one you look to when times get hard?

A storm is always on its way.
A storm will always be there to knock you down.
If you think just because you know God, they will not come,
Then you do not  know the ways of God.

Waves are crashing.
The storm is coming.
Hope is broken
But my faith will not be shaken.

Let the storm come.
Let the storm wreck my life.
Hold my hand and carry me through.
No matter the storm I will believe.