if all the stars came together in one place,
and in this oceans roared and lakes were still,
this place would know part of the beauty i face,
and the waters would never overflow the cup you overfill .
if all time ceased, and the sun fell out of time and space,
then id still have time to kill,
and id still have time to chase.
and for all other things i might have lost my will,
for all other things are waste.
rubber rubbing road .
where will my mind take my body today?
... and where will the pair take my soul?
will cling to what i cannot keep?
or break my self for the whole?
will i keep to my claims of death for life?
and fail to live life dead?
or will i lay my pennies down?
or cling to what i cannot keep instead?
... and where will the pair take my soul?
will cling to what i cannot keep?
or break my self for the whole?
will i keep to my claims of death for life?
and fail to live life dead?
or will i lay my pennies down?
or cling to what i cannot keep instead?
not one moment .
For I know the broken and want to chance change,
with words well worth, but not yet spoken .
To place hands healed by healing hands on the hurt of the world.
Lets not make this about one moment in our lives,
but a single moment in the life of the world,
its all about a life thats hinged
and hanging on the one and only,
divine atonement.
the most beautiful of all moments,
and the key to my faith,
which unlocks the heavy door,
i can't with my own strength open .
and walk into the heavenly place,
thats a new life like and so,
much the same but so
different from,
all that is the old life,
and the limits of all i sow
and reap,
rather its so much so much more,
redeemed and reconnected,
through scarred and sacred hands unwrapped and resurrected.
it's about a journey through all that has fallen,
through all that is not all it once was,
as meant to be,
and it wont and wasn't ever meant to stay this way.
and there will be and always was to be a redemptive renewal day.
our lives should be a picture of a life changed,
a life impacted, a reaching out to masked death retracted,
a light reflected,
differences unexpected,
in a society all the same.
we strive to be,
but naturally,
are a changed people,
with physical fruit,
falling from the fingertips and limbs,
of our faith formed lives.
i am impacted and will be impactful,
will be real and rebuke all that is evil and tactful,
i will be me in you,
and not just me for one more moment,
not one moment .
with words well worth, but not yet spoken .
To place hands healed by healing hands on the hurt of the world.
Lets not make this about one moment in our lives,
but a single moment in the life of the world,
its all about a life thats hinged
and hanging on the one and only,
divine atonement.
the most beautiful of all moments,
and the key to my faith,
which unlocks the heavy door,
i can't with my own strength open .
and walk into the heavenly place,
thats a new life like and so,
much the same but so
different from,
all that is the old life,
and the limits of all i sow
and reap,
rather its so much so much more,
redeemed and reconnected,
through scarred and sacred hands unwrapped and resurrected.
it's about a journey through all that has fallen,
through all that is not all it once was,
as meant to be,
and it wont and wasn't ever meant to stay this way.
and there will be and always was to be a redemptive renewal day.
our lives should be a picture of a life changed,
a life impacted, a reaching out to masked death retracted,
a light reflected,
differences unexpected,
in a society all the same.
we strive to be,
but naturally,
are a changed people,
with physical fruit,
falling from the fingertips and limbs,
of our faith formed lives.
i am impacted and will be impactful,
will be real and rebuke all that is evil and tactful,
i will be me in you,
and not just me for one more moment,
not one moment .
belly of the whale .
on the road to understanding something never meant to be understood,
with the reality of life raining down all around me .
trapped in the belly of whale,
confined to the frame that never felt so frail.
with less and less road before me,
and the storm that rages knee deep all around me .
i must throw my selfish self overboard,
and reroute my mind to the path set out before me .
with the reality of life raining down all around me .
trapped in the belly of whale,
confined to the frame that never felt so frail.
with less and less road before me,
and the storm that rages knee deep all around me .
i must throw my selfish self overboard,
and reroute my mind to the path set out before me .
whowhatwhenwhereWHYandhow .
the whose, whats, whens, wheres, and hows of my life are all unclear. yet, i have a 'why' that sustains me.
my 'why' is a God that saves me, and keeps me, and has never let me go, even when i push him away.
so despite the unanswered questions, i push on in faith and what little deed i can scrounge up, and do my best to walk blindly in his footsteps, pressing on unknowingly towards the 'whose' and the 'whats', the 'whens' and the 'wheres', and the most impossible 'hows'.
my 'why' is a God that saves me, and keeps me, and has never let me go, even when i push him away.
so despite the unanswered questions, i push on in faith and what little deed i can scrounge up, and do my best to walk blindly in his footsteps, pressing on unknowingly towards the 'whose' and the 'whats', the 'whens' and the 'wheres', and the most impossible 'hows'.
box city square .
boxed in this small city square no more,
no more cobblestone and cold feet on the floor .
im taking the first step,
and walking through the narrow door .
no more cobblestone and cold feet on the floor .
im taking the first step,
and walking through the narrow door .
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