Such a drastic contrast Between Holy and sin The battle rages within Flesh meshes with lies Purity and truth stand by Waiting, calling Never late or stalling Holy is His whisper A glimmer Of His glory A lightening flash For those who see are changed in its path Holy is Scripture Operating on wounds needing … Continue reading Holy
When His sun rises open wide your eyes see JOY in bird flit and flight When morning comes unblock your ears listen to HOPE in their song When day has broken BE STILL Know, like them He is good His birds see Light fly freely … explore live their lives more When clouds cover … Continue reading What Can We Learn from His Birds?
As she unsticks her wings she knows not all she's got confined, contained safe, though tainted her past lingers in her mind her limbs, legs and tiny toes freely climbing bark walking anywhere she wanted in the park could she? perhaps the defining question is ... will she? wriggling her head through fresh air touches … Continue reading She is Becoming
Within four silent walls Dull ache Magnifies the sultry call Self-pity Lonley A tearful litany The naggy But so fleshfully satisfying Why me? Lord, what did I do Wrong? How did I hurt You? Shhhh Silence speaks Shhhh His still small voice comes in subtle power, never meek There in the hot … Continue reading Just to be in His Presence
A circle of light Inside a shroud of fright Dark shadowed clouds Without a sound They move to surround To dampen hope To snip that rope The one anchoring us Carrying us Touching our cheeks With tender mercy Whispering the promise He will never leave Hope wins Because Jesus took my shame and sin Bearing … Continue reading His Light Never Fades
Arise, dear ones Search the skies For heaven is our earthly guide Shed any darkness within and out Clothe yourself with Christ to be about Your Father's business Loving, offering forgiveness Taking a seat at His table Feasting with all because in Him you are able Whispering prayers As if breathing air Don't stop there … Continue reading Children of Light
Your Sculptor has spoken Beauty lies within the broken Frozen twigs Like icy hearts A morning song they still sing Glistening Rocks layered with ice wait with hope, listening For NOTHING Not weather or nature Nor demons who prey like vultures Not fallen angels or his minions Not death itself because in Him death is … Continue reading