proud

I have tried every way I know how.I have done the best I could&I still get lost somehow.At times I am still sad,frustrated,broken&lonely.Lord,please take this yoke of mine&replace it with yours which is not as heavy.Send good men&women into my life.Help me love&accept them as family.Forgive me,Lord,my sin;for thinking I knew a better way.Surely you know better than I since you created me&all that I survey.

Son

One last look into his eyes&I am breaking inside.The space in between seems to wax&wane.One minute he feels so close,the next I am filled with pain&I am lost within myself just hoping to see you again.Sometimes I am already there watching the wind blow through your hair with a smile on your face we embrace&nothing comes between us.In this feeling I know a little how it is to be God&let go of Jesus.

Allegiance

Nationalism is not guilt by association but we suffer just the same.Like riding in a car with locked doors,no steering wheel&no brakes,the curse of sin cannot be escaped.I may live my life in submission to Christ&love humankind&all believers but if my countrymen oppose God,engage in war for profit,see the suffering of the poor&do nothing to stop it,calamity will come down upon us but I will not lament.

I wonder what its like not to fight,to lay your head down at night knowing all is right,to gush mushy love&happiness,basking in the glory of God daily,deflecting every slight,never getting angry at stumbles,fumbles,troubles&futility,always spending your time right.But wait, maybe I have seen what it is like.It's called pretending to be a light.

empowerment

Speaking the truth in love is not followed by judging when you walk away.Listening for Heaven's sake doesnt mean you ignore anyway.Postulating political pressure in hopes of pummeling imprudent perpetrators is not part of maintaining justice or defending the poor anymore than killing the enemy or imprisoning hippys.God's power in the hands of the humble will bring liberty.

warning

It's simple to slip into cynical,to never see a miracle.Your words to slaughter,your dreams like cannon fodder,bound&found there underneath what's fickle,thick with grit.You wake to spit at absolutely everything&what's wrong with it.The ground rushes closer.You will feel it hit.Awaken to the merciful,to all that's beautiful&attribute it to all that is spiritual.

clearly

I woke up way too early to say I love you God,you have done such great work in me.Sometimes I am half blind but through you I see I am merely a vessel,a plant,a seed,a tree.You are a light for my feet&that is as far as I need to see.You paid the price for me.You make all things&give them to me.You make all things possible for me.The best you give is free.With the eyes of my heart I see.You take such good care of me.