Advent 2015

Longing in desperation for Hope
Hungering for a savior
To come
Restoring the damaged and broken hearted
Freeing from captivity those in prison

Those in darkness have seen a great light
The blind can see
The captives throw off their chains
The downcast souls rejoice

How long?
How long O Lord must we wait?
Wait in agony?
You delay for those yet to come
The lost who haven't been found
Blind ones who cannot see
Your love drives your timing

Come thou fount of every blessing
Bring Joy to the world
On the silent night
When darkness was at its darkest
A light shining bright
Has come


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24th anniversary of my heart surgery
Quiet reflection prior to Advent Song and Prayer Night

Atmospheric Pressure

Step out beyond the muck
Look up and out
Steady your legs
Plant a wide base
On the Rock
And stand

Even with the fears raging
The swirls of inferiority
Buffeting
The mind and soul
Back and forth
throwing you off-balance
igniting unsteadiness within
like a teetering dreidel
wobbling over the table's edge
plummeting
Down, Down...
Down
Where the heart is subjected
To crushing atmospheric pressure
life blood forced out
Oxygen compressed with suffocating effects
unable to find breath

The deep
Consumes in gulps and swallows
wave after wave of illumination
Vibrant colors
fade
into dull grey shades
Hues indistinguishable
from despair
Vacuum sucks up hope
dis-orienting
the mind and soul:
up is down
down is up

Yet

wait

Don't let darkness make it's home
In your heart

One flickering candle remains burning bright
A pocket of Fresh air is adjacent
Fragile Hope remains strong
For One is faithful

Look up and out
of the darkness
away from the
Oily blackness within
To the flame
that fights back the darkness
For His love is a bonfire
Burning for you

Let your weary heart rest
On the embers of true love
release your white-knuckled grasp
on the past failures and hefty shame
weighing you down
Do not let lingering insecurity
Hold you back

Step out beyond the muck
Look up and out
Steady your legs
Plant a wide base
On the Rock
And stand

Savor His presence
Stretch wide your arms
Toward the flame
Absorb the light of the Son's rays
To your core
Now surprisingly more solid
more substantial
Than before
Let the light and the love
Sink deep inside
To withstand

Even More

Atmospheric pressure

You See Everything (Reflections on Worship)

Spirit, lead me where my trust is without borders
Into the presence of my savior
King of Kings and the Lord of lords

Whether it is in the starkest desert
Or on the pinnacle of the Lonely Mountain
Laden with treasure
Come and do whatever you want
With me

I believe
You are there

Help my unbelief
When my throat is parched
And my feet sink
Into the shifting sand of doubt
You still
Pull me along in the current of your love
So when I falter
Let your love come

Teach me who you are again
Whatever it looks like
Or however it will affect my selfish ways

Come

Because I know
your promises

You remain
faithfully attentive
in my darkest moments:

When I am misunderstood
Your love understands me

When I am lost
Your love always finds me

When I falter and fail
Your love succeeds in keeping me close

When I am forgotten
Your love remembers my true name

When I feel worthless
Your love declares my incalculable value

When I fall
Your love carries me tenderly

When I lose hope
Your love reaches out to hold me close

You see everything
through the eyes of love

There is no place I can go
where your love won't find me

I long to know
Your love

I long to see
through your eyes

I long to love
Like you love me

There is no place I can go
where your love won't find me
Let love come and teach me about you again

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Inspired by the following worship songs

Oceans

Bethel Music's
In over my head
Ever be
You Don't miss a thing

Scattered Amalgamation

The Faithful Witness
Jesus
Stands before the cross
I am a small child
Wandering around gathering up my favorite things
Like a scavenger hunt
I pick up what appears to be disparate items
Per his gentle request
My talents, skills, affinities and interests
And lay them at his feet
Before the cross
He picks up the entries
One at a time

I stare bashfully
Doubtful that anything of value
can be wrought from these scatterings
Yet I continue to foolishly(?)
Present my shameful artifacts
One by one

And after a time
A long time
A seeming eternity
To my frailty
One might even give up hope
(I almost did)
Or turn to despair and self pity for solace
(I easily can)
Throwing in the cards
Declaring "I'm out"

But, behold
He is "all in"
He kneels down
Meeting me at
My child-like stature
His hands behind his back
As if hiding something
Waiting for the great reveal
Like a true showman would

He smiles
his eyes alive like blazing fire
Yet covering my eyes
Building the suspense
and tension
Revealing his work
First
To those around me
Who rejoice and shout praise
My eyes blind to the cause
But darkness ultimately fades
Into clarity and light

To my astonishment
Awe
And utter joy
There, presented
To the world and to myself
A glorious being
All the amalgamation
Those disparate parts
Feeling, at one time, disjointed and scattered
Are now combined
In a way that now seems obvious
As if that was the only way it all could be
Created
Completely unique
Perfection through his hands
Every shattered little piece
In its rightful place
Functioning as it ought
In sync
In time
In love

Oh how I desire to see this day

This is not unique to this little boy
No
This truth is available
To you
To All
For The One
Broken
Has a plan
To make you whole
Combining the gifts
He gave
Into a child
Of his Glory
As he planned since eternity
You are in good hands

So surrender your heart
Your talents and desires
To this Faithful Witness

Give up your shame
(Which brings death)
To the Firstborn From the Dead
The One Who Lives Forever and Ever

Put aside your doubts
Let His hands form your soul

The First and the Last
(who died and came to life again)
Brings you into His life

The Faithful Witness
Reaches out his hand
Inviting all who have
ears to hear
and eyes to see

Lay those burdens
at his feet
and be amazed

Amen


(Description of Jesus from Revelation 1 & 2)

Coffee Stains and Scrubbing Bubbles

Forgotten coaster
Misplaced cup
A thoughtless sloppy sip
Brings me a
Permanently insidious
Stain
A stinging reminder
Of a reckless choice
Along with the regretful
consequence
That marks up my furniture

Oh how it all
Sums up my life
Exposing the soul state
Dooming me
To filthy existence

My anxious thoughts
Excavating
Internal turmoil

Jittery hands
Rub fruitlessly to remove
Blemish
After blemish
An endless collection
Of which scrubbing bubbles
Cannot purify

Blackness like "dark roast"
Stains my soul
A silent scream within
Echoes Lady MacBeth's furious cry:
"Out, Out! Damn spot!!

Filth consumes
My precious heart
Oh what a ruin!
A ruin!

Yet I must believe
Its intrinsic value beyond measure
Imparted by the creator
But still marked
With a hideous heirloom
Passed down the line
To ongoing generations
A well-worn path begging to be trod upon

I have tried so hard
How did this happen?
Misconceived notions
Faulty logic
Something must hold the solution

Coaster after faulty coaster
Strategy after failed strategy
Mug after porcelain mug
Restrictions imposed and guidelines drawn
Those too
Dismissed and crossed over
Sippy cup after sippy cup attempted
To hold back the potent
Liquid stain
Coursing through
Our veins and percolating in our atoms
Child locks on our lips, forced opened
All this attempted
But to no avail

How could I have ruined so much furniture?
Why is the hope for stain-free existence such futility?
An endless straining

"If only..."
"I could have..."
"I should have..."
"Why didn't I...?"
"Maybe this time..."

Ah!

The regrets could never end
Hypotheticals swarming my mind
Like hornets surrounding a hive
Eagerly planning to overwhelm
Driving me
And those who ponder
To despair

Is there no formula?
A soul's industrial cleaner?
Surely man has wrought
An innovative chemical compound
Or high fiber, soul cleansing smoothie system
Perhaps a spiritual drain cleaner?
Which could wipe away the propensity
To corrupt the beauty surrounding
And tarnish the jewel within

Alas, humanity
In all its technological wizardry
Has come up
Blank
Offering empty promises
Leading to nothing
But failure

Utter failure

But someone found a way
To wash and purify
Using a cleanser developed
Not by human hands
Or conceived with earthly intellect
But One Solvent
Poured out from The Heart
On stained wood
Crimson
With divine blood
The ultimate liquid life-force
Drained from a pierced heart
Hole-y hands
And steadfast feet

Pure life poured out
For us

Let us bathe in it
Like tomato juice used
For Skunk-like stench removal
So does the Anointed One's
Love
Gather around my soul
And yours
So let your 'self' soak
In the deep rouge sea
Drink in your fill
So love seeps out your pores
And your life-pumping organ
Beats in time
With the originator of it all
Declaring He is in you

This is the Only Hope
For a pure conscience
A clean slate
A restored inner life
Pristine spiritual furniture
And joy unspeakable

To the
One
Given for many
Who died
But lives eternal
Be the Glory
Forever
And ever

 

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“Do not handle! Do not taste! Do not touch!”? These rules, which have to do with things that are all destined to perish with use, are based on merely human commands and teachings. Such regulations indeed have an appearance of wisdom, with their self-imposed worship, their false humility and their harsh treatment of the body, but they lack any value in restraining sensual indulgence. (Colossians 2:21-23)

You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:6-8 NIV)

Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me. Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight; so you are right in your verdict and justified when you judge. Surely I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me. Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb; you taught me wisdom in that secret place. Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice. Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquity. Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. (Psalm 51:1-12)

Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God’s wrath through him! For if, while we were God’s enemies, we were reconciled to him through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, shall we be saved through his life! Not only is this so, but we also boast in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation. (Romans 5:9-11)

So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord! (Romans 7:21-25)

Auditions for Change

I am holding
A casting call for healthy thoughts
Roles include Passion
Along with Courage and Drive
Clarity will also be a key part of the ensemble cast


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Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. (Philippians 4:8)

Written May 11, 2015

Messages from the Word

...“Son of man, all my words that I shall speak to you receive in your heart, and hear with your ears..." (Ezekiel 3:10 ESV)

the God in whom [Abraham] believed, who gives life to the dead and calls into existence the things that do not exist. (Romans 4:17 ESV)

For you have delivered my soul from death, yes, my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of life. (Psalm 56:13)

Be gracious to me, O Lord ! See my affliction from those who hate me, O you who lift me up from the gates of death, that I may recount all your praises, that in the gates of the daughter of Zion I may rejoice in your salvation. (Psalm 9:13-14 ESV)

“But I will sing of your strength; I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning. For you have been to me a fortress and a refuge in the day of my distress.” (Psalm 59:16 ESV)

Out of the anguish of his soul he shall see and be satisfied; by his knowledge shall the righteous one, my servant, make many to be accounted righteous, and he shall bear their iniquities. (Isaiah 53:11 ESV)

Having purified your souls by your obedience to the truth for a sincere brotherly love, love one another earnestly from a pure heart, since you have been born again, not of perishable seed but of imperishable, through the living and abiding word of God; (1 Peter 1:22-23 ESV)

Beach Contemplation

Waves crashing into stone
Hundreds of rocks slowly erode
Reshaping the coastal landscape
Millimeter by micrometer
Water flows over and between
Every minute crevice
Softening the rough crags
Widening the cracks
Creating space and flow

A seagull’s anxious cry
Signals a feast
For one?
Or more?
Turquoise mixes with grey-blue form
And white foam lingers in the tumult
Of the chaotic sea
Undulating contours never resting

Sun behind the thick marine layer
Escapes diffusion
And shines bright
Despite the pervasive fog attempts
To disrupt and distort
The strong and true
Light rays

Thunderous collisions of heavy liquid
Rocks
And air
Rumble in the monotonous surging rhythm
High pitched slaps of snow white caps
Give texture to the tune of the sea
Accompanied by the chorus of gulls
Hovering above
Rough granite beach sand
Large grains dragged to the ocean’s edge
Ripped from neighboring boulders

The sun dips toward the horizon
Signaling the day’s upcoming death
The breath of the sea blows
Inland from the unknown airy expanse
To an undetermined destination
Somewhere beyond my grasp

A seagull harnesses the wind’s persistent flow
Of invisible power
To linger in mid air
Balancing the forces of aerodynamics
Eyes wide open
Always seeking
Considering the next choice
From a higher perspective
Positioned at the edge of chaos
And calm
Just stay in the flow
To take flight with little effort
And soar
To new heights

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The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8-9 NIV)

Written Pacific Grove – Monterey, CA 4/28/2015

New Life - Easter 2015

Ah, the tear in my soul
has been wrenched open
Again
The longing once assumed to be filled
Has revived
Threatening to spoil the good in proximity
Ripping away the hope
Once tentatively and tenderly grasped
So the shameful clammering resumes
And death
once again knocks on my splintered chest
Planning to permeate my soul

Emotions held captive
in a protective bubble within my heart
Has Burst open
A tiring voice implores, "Why?"
"Why now, when I have begun to taste freedom...?"
Unrest and disappointment
Threaten
To Leech back into the aching sections of my soul

I must keep sight of the gifts already given
And the good laid out in front of me
On the banqueting table
But the longing is so strong
And present
What if there's a chance
To grasp the unattainable?
To become worthy of the infatuation desired
What if there's something
Something I can do
to prove
I am lovable
Or Something I can say
That would turn dismissal
into adoration
Hoping for
A 'love' that would conform
to the selfish vision my broken eyes have seen
Through a dark veil of selfish desperation

So these subtle
And often subconscious
inquiries
haunt my soul
They rip and tear
at my fragile internal peace
But I hear another,
Speak
Speak against my desperate plans:

"Do not give in to the fear
Of missing out
Or let the false replace the true
Or allow the hypothetical ideal
trump the proven experience
This will dismantle your hope
And erode your self worth
Disintegrating a future
Ready for you
So, my child
Die to your often accepted lies
And the ingrained misconceptions
You've bathed in for so long"

"But be careful
for the truth may seem
A foreign territory
For one who has trusted
and listened
To the fickle
And twisted world for so long

Accepting lies as truth
Is an easy trap to fall into
But take courage!
I have overcome the world!"

"So come forth!
Out of the cave of darkness
Rise!
From the path of death
Rise!
To the true life set before you
Rise!
From the coffin of fruitless longing
Rise!
Embrace the love freely given
Rise!
Hold on to the intimacy offered"

"Rise!
To new life"



written April 5, 2015 (Easter Sunday)

Spectating

Be no longer a spectator
Go 'all in'
Jump into the pool of life
And love
with abandon

Get up out of that bleacher
Filled with passive onlookers
The crowds
Believing a lie
Telling themselves life is there
In the watching
Avoiding the danger inherent
In living with passion
Often critically demeaning others' attempts
Yet secretly wishing they were one of participants on stage

So Engage with the seemingly mundane
Step into the ring
Plunge into the pool of uncertainty
Battle for your life
Because you're losing it on the fence
Of indecision and fear
Lulled into complacency
Accepting the little scraps of meaning
Shed from the meals of those risking
Failure and shame
As you watch and wonder
If there is more to life
than this leering...
A habit
crying out to be broken

Get out onto that stage
Speak your lines with passion and gusto
To all who would listen

Whether it be understood or dismissed
Your voice matters
Your heart must be heard
It is cherished

Disclose the inner workings of your soul
To those who dare to know
The depths of you

Engage in hope
For he reigns
And keeps you near
Prodding and pushing you into the light
Leading you to life
Never will he fail you

Standing on the sidelines
Will not result in fulfillment
Just anguish and angst
Regrets and fears
That rule without purposeful action
To Overcome the passive

Be strong and courageous
For the One who holds the stars in the sky
Has planted a seed of the brightest light
in the dark depths of your being
Desperate for the Son's endless power
Aching to breakthrough the hard soil of inaction

So put down the playbill
Pick up the props granted
Clammer into your wardrobe
Valiantly walk onto the platform stage
Join him in his ocean of grace

And live



Written March 30, 2015
Inspired in part by Ezekiel 3

Tied in Knots

My heart is tied in knots. 

My path - foggy and dim. 

Oh Lord, give me vision. 

Grant me a hope. 

Hope tempered with wisdom. 

Solomon was wise, but in Ecclesiastes, he seemed to have lost hope. “Everything is meaningless, like chasing after the wind… especially for the wise.” 

But he lived without the concrete gift of the cross… 

Where do I belong? 

How do I invest my talents? 

What are the deeds prepared in advance for me? 

How do I love? 

How do I get filled to the brim with love – your love… so I can love out of a surplus and from strength and security? 

Fill me with your Spirit.

I am confused. 

I feel pushed along in a direction. 

A direction based on the rigid groove I’ve engraved in my soul. 

How do I reorient my soul and veer into LIFE?

written March 29, 2015

Heave To!

This is inspired by my love of sailing. God gave me a picture of a sailboat in a rough storm and there was an urging to "heave to" to stay in one place despite the coming rough winds and seas. A few weeks after I wrote this, I hit a hard patch emotionally and spiritually. This image and metaphor has given me hope and encouragement.

For those non-sailors out there, I have included the definition of "heave to" below:

Heave To - Definition
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heaving_to
In sailing, heaving to (to heave to and to be hove to) is a way of slowing a sailboat’s forward progress, as well as fixing the helm and sail positions so that the boat does not actively have to be steered. It is commonly used for a “break”; this may be to wait for the tide before proceeding, to wait out a strong or contrary wind. For a solo or shorthanded sailor it can provide time to go below deck, to attend to issues elsewhere on the boat, or for example to take a lunch break.[1][2]

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Heave to, my boy
Keep your sails hoisted high
despite the wind and tumult
Leave the vessel at the ready
Regardless of the high cresting waves
Lock down the rigging
Let the rudder point the bow into the wind
Despite how illogical it may seam now
Ensure your soul's compass stays set
Toward True North
Study your heart's sextant
Be Guided by the mighty works of light
In the dark night's sky

Back-fill the jib
balance the powerful forces
Of your finely tuned ship
Bound for life 'a plenty'

Let the Master take the helm
For the winds and the waves listen to His calm voice

Step down into the cabin
Lie down in your cushioned berth
And rest
Let your attitude below reject the undulating swells above
And be resolutely firm in your shalom
Allow the handcrafted hull
To cradle you in the loving arms of the sea

Be at peace within
And rest




written March 7, 2015

Religious Acts vs. Love Relationship

A legacy of rule abiding
With no end in sight
of repeatedly missing the mark
For who can attain perfection
Hostage of the saboteur who dwells within
And The enemy who lurks about
Fangs dripping with poisonous lies
Smirking accusingly at my doomed existence

Sinister emoticons splash shame into my soul
Constant barrage of spiritual text messages sent
To Obscure my sight
Numb my tongue
Deafen my ears
And destroy My heart

Inner dialogue of destruction overwhelms
I succumb without much struggle
A dark and shadowy magnet pulls me
Sucking me atom by atom away from the light of truth
My internal compass no longer points True North

The path to my future is obscured and uncertain
But The one who is the Way
Stands upon the waves of chaos and uncertainty
Armed with complete control and unending peace
He beckons gently with open arms
"Fear not, for I am with you" he declares

Yet I cling to the broken shards of my doomed vessel
Too afraid of what may come
The words "Do not doubt" are heard over the crashing waves
The rule following has failed me
I should let go now and swim
But I fear
My heart of stone would drag me to the ocean floor

"But your heart is no longer stone, my son!
The granite that weighs you down is no more
Instead you have a buoyant center core
Granted to you from your Father above
The accuser has no power
For the thief is vanquished
Your doom is no more
I have defined perfection
My righteousness is yours
For I died but I live forevermore!"

"Like you, those who were dead in their failures
I bestowed life Abundant
Eyes ever seeing by my light
Boldly eloquent tongue speaking my words
ears sensitive to my Quiet whisper
As I renovate your heart to be mine
For my glorious presence
Reigns in you
Leading to your ultimate gain!"

"Look to me is all I ask
Keep your eyes upon my eyes
I will empower you
Putting an end to your fall
Why do you doubt?
Love me and the rest of your path will fall into place
Before you as I planned.
Be strong and courageous!"

So my mouth utters a heart cry
Come Lord Jesus
Come
For your glory
By your power
may these words be fulfilled
And my turmoil exchanged with peace
Amen!


Written 2/26 & 3/4, 2015

Inconsolable

God's response within the following was inspired in part by the passage in Jeremiah 32.

Behold, I will gather them from all the countries to which I drove them in my anger and my wrath and in great indignation. I will bring them back to this place, and I will make them dwell in safety. And they shall be my people, and I will be their God. I will give them one heart and one way, that they may fear me forever, for their own good and the good of their children after them. I will make with them an everlasting covenant, that I will not turn away from doing good to them. And I will put the fear of me in their hearts, that they may not turn from me. I will rejoice in doing them good, and I will plant them in this land in faithfulness, with all my heart and all my soul. (Jeremiah 32:37-41 ESV)

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I am scared of loving again
Fear deadens my heart
Causing me to keep others at arms' length
I don't believe I can sustain a relationship
In a mature way
So why even try?
I am inconsolable
Unconvince-able
My heart is an emotion compactor and storage facility
Restraining the concentrated dark emotions
Which Sit in silence
The pressure slowly building
A Spirit of resignation grows more and more at home
The emotional pressure cooker begins to rattle
Steam rises and snakes into the abyss
The implosion of my soul is imminent
So it's best to stay in shallow waters of acquaintance
Or resign myself to Friendship and platonic care
And not test my precarious heart three atmospheres down
In the depths of love
Keeping the lid on the cooker demands
Much energy, intense focus
And constant vigilance
Exhaustion and fear are my way of life

But am I doomed to stay in this predicament?
In this darkness?
Won't the concentrated and explosive emotion
be diluted into a solution
Of healing and growth
Tempered in love and hope
Won't the grasping and clawing
Of my soul
result in a peace
Not an ocean of chaos
Not an atomic bomb of despair
Destroying all cared for
Hoped for
and cherished
If given to the capable hands
Of Him who promises goodness
Who Declares restoration over my broken
And death-torn soul

What I considered a ruin
A desolate wasteland
Of endless failures
And Despite silent rebellion and deafening revolt
He will fertilize and refresh the soil
His overwhelming power and initiation
Penetrating deep into the heart
My soul's Foundation renewed with stones
Hewn from the precious one Himself
From his hands and feet
His heart's life force poured out
on that wooden symbol atop skull hill

What once was acquainted with death
Which made despair a friend
Has been redeemed
Just As the one who began the good work
In me, and finish it
Was faithful to pay the costly fee
Declaring me precious
Granting me a share in his inheritance
Labeling me with a cosmic kiss
A value more than silver
Far exceeding pure gold
No longer worthless as indicated
By the voice of shame

For what is something worth?
But what was paid to claim it
As one's own

Therefore I can let go of
Self protection I've built with un-trusting walls
Constructed in fear
For The inner villain was defeated
And The lying thief who conspired
To Shatter joys
Dash dreams
Was thrown down and is doomed for destruction

The powerful became weak
The weak one on the bare tree became strong
The worthless in the eyes of men
became precious

Praise And glory to the one who paid it all
Who says "come alive my child"
Absorbing the failure and shame
Replacing it with hope, power and glory
Bringing me out of exile
Making me live in safety

He is my God

my once stone-like heart now fertile soil
joined as one with Him
Traveling on his way
empowered by His love
Ever in awe of Him with Humble courage
Everlasting contract signed
On a rough board above His thorn-built crown
Rejoicing with all His heart
His Promise to do good things with no end
All these the gifts given selflessly
Endlessly
I am Planted in faithfulness
With all the Creator's Heart and Soul
Never will He turn away from pouring down goodness

Praise and glory always
Always
Holy holy holy
Is the Lord God Almighty
Amen


Written February 17 & 22, 2015