Quiet Whispers
As heart and voice are lifted high
in glorious song across the sky,
the Spirit whispers peace to me
and tells me by His grace I’m free.
Mindless No More
Blank pages of thought
ignite ‘cross the land,
a blazing inferno,
for none dare to stand
against the unknown
of what lies ahead;
they just bury their faces
in pictures instead.
The Song of My Heart
Create in me, Lord, a heart that is pure
and help me to rest in Thy promises sure;
that Thou wilt never leave nor forsake
Thy children, no matter the paths we may take.
For Thou art our God, the Shepherd of old;
always wilt Thou bring us back to the fold
and teach us to do what it is we are told.
Show me, O Lord, Thy ways.
Burnout
I’ve been kind of burned out lately.
Not from writing, or reading, or anything of that nature, but I’ve been burned out from the politics of religion – specifically, Christianity. I have so many different friends, all of whom are Christians, but each different circle holds a different set of beliefs. Some say Christ died for the world, others say that He died for His people; some say you must first hear the Gospel to be saved, others say Salvation is of the Holy Spirit and is separate from hearing the Gospel.
But then they get even more divided.
We Are
You have failed us.
You told us to push
and to dig hard and deep,
to face resolutely
any challenges
we’d meet.
You told us to stand,
tall and with pride,
as we strived towards
our goals, as we
strived towards
our prize.
Hurting Souls
A few years back, a close friend of the family was killed in a car accident, and it deeply affected everyone – myself included. Though I didn’t dwell on it at the time, I’ve come to realize that I learned a lot from that experience. I learned about unexpected loss and tragedy. I learned about the fragility and fleetingness of life. And I learned about what it meant to be there for others, and to have others be there for you.
But mostly I learned that, no matter what, God is Lord over all, that all things work together for His glory, and that He is a refuge for the broken.
I wrote this poem those few years ago, but I don’t think I realized the depth and the truth of it until looking upon it now.
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