Showing posts with label christian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christian. Show all posts

Monday, January 26, 2009

coastline


I stand where the water meets the shore.

Here I feel rest.

Here in this secret place, I feel him in this place.


The ocean breeze,

The blowing mist.

The waves crashing and the sand whispering.

Here in loveliness and brokeness I meet Him.


selah


.....That the hand that made all of this.....


....made these hands of mine....

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Prayer


The secrets of my heart were written on the passing clouds and falling rain,

Grasped only by a cherubs wing to be lifted and whispered in the ear of God

His flaming spirit will promptly tear elements asunder
to answer, my cry with causing even a slight thunder

Entering my soul before the last heart string breaks

he connects the invisible dots to read my mind

he touches my soul and make me whole inside

This divine intermission tantalizes me with wonder;

Your beauty, it astounds me

as your love, it slowly surrounds me.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Beyond the Veil


Beyond the veil, the mysteries that we need, the secrets that we want.
Beyond the veil the hope that we’ve heard of the salvation we need.
The peace that will bless us the bliss it contains, all of it found beyond the veil.
A rip in the curtain a tear through the fabric , a presence now felt, the veil lay broken.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Crimson Solace

In the world I was buried,
I was a slave. Contention.
I was so lost, anger, fear.

Then I found this Crimson solace.
In the mercy of the blood shed from his flesh.
Christs blood, there I found this Crimson solace.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Wondering

Isit in the dark
yellow light spills into my room
I allude to some vague image of you,
try to lift myself from the gloom.
Endless things arise, I ty to construe.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Fear and Trembling


What are these pews but bars?

Holding us in. Quelling our angst.

What are these movements but rhythms?

What are our songs but noise,

with an estranged heart.

These bright lights will harden my soul.

Will the stained glass swallow me whole?


Could I step into the grass and sing, dance, pray?

Without a sword on a thread above my head?

Will I follow the Lamb of God to his home?


Come let us go there now.