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.

What Has Been Spoken to You

"In worship, God imparts himself to us." 

                                                       ~ C.S.Lewis

~What Has Been Spoken to You~

Do you hear the voice that is pure?

Do you stop to listen?

Do you believe and let  your soul be washed clean?

Or do you run and not listen to the good  news? 

In this life there is sorrow,

There is doubt,

There is pain,

Let these things be used to glorify God.

You may see, but you do not hear.

You may hear, but you do not see.

Take what you have seen and what you have heard and use it for God. 

Show the love He has shown you.

How do you show the things that God has given to you?

Do you sit on your gifts and say maybe tomorrow?

Or do you go out and live every day?

Go out and use all you have gained to love those  who are not loved.

Are you truly living?

Are you truly listening?

Is your heart filled?

Go out and live your life based on what God has spoken to you.

One More Time

Why, Lord, do you stand far off?
    Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?
~Psalm 10:1

~One More Time~

Here I am.
Broken down in soft shadows.
Defeated and huddled under all that I wish to cast aside.
Here I am.

The ocean is deep.
The sky is vast.
The plains stretch on.
Here I am.

The light casts shadows.
The shadows can reveal more than light.
The light casts shadows.
Here I am.

My bones are dust.
And my eyes are red.
I look and I cannot find.
I try to move and I am paralyzed.

My ocean seems shallow today.
My sky is a little smaller than before.
My plains shrink to a step and only a step in front of me.
Here I am.

I want to run to the other side.
I want to join hands and finish a race.
I want to know why.
I want to doubt then learn  to believe.

Here I am.
A man smaller than a mustard seed.
Here I am.
Travelling with no where to go.

One step at a time.

One foot forward.
One more time.
One more time.
Here I am.