Where are you Christmas? I cannot find you beneath the hate and strife
I'm searching for you trying to find your light
I search into the night
My stress is building how can I deal with "life"?
Where are you Christmas? I know I have changed, and “grown up”
I want full joy, real peace and true love
This can only come from above...
Will You please fill my cup?
Where are you Christmas? I think I know where,
At least I know Who to go to,
Father please make my spirit new.
I know You really do care
Christmas is about Him coming to earth
He came from above
To bring full joy, real peace, and true love
Christmas is in the gift of His birth
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
A breath of Hope
A breath of hope
Stirs beneath my wings.
Deep inside I find streangth to cope
And feel my winter melt to spring.
Carpe diem: Seize the day!!
Trust in God - have faith dear friend.
Have no fear come what may,
Never forget God has a reason in the end.
Stirs beneath my wings.
Deep inside I find streangth to cope
And feel my winter melt to spring.
Carpe diem: Seize the day!!
Trust in God - have faith dear friend.
Have no fear come what may,
Never forget God has a reason in the end.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Shadows
As I survey the horizon, all I see is darkness. I don’t know where I’m going anytime in the near future. I have a final destination. However, how to get there remains uncharted, a collage of maps and theories, a mess. Where am I going next? How will I get there? I am constantly jabbed by enemies that ambush systematically, to keep me in a perpetual state of fears and worriment. I thrash and fight with my billowing emotions. He loves me? He loves me not? Do I love Him? What is love? I feel anger, joy, depression, and happiness, all murk into a nasty mix of emotions. They are ever changing as a handkerchief flailing in the wind. Or even as the wind itself.
As I peer into the murky future, my eyes adjust and I begin to see shadows. Shadows are litmus to the presence of light. I pause from my inner battle of fears, and glance over my shoulder. I smile.
There is light, there is a sense of understanding of the past. I know where I have been. I know that I have survived many tragedies. I have survived both tragedies of family and of young love. By surviving I have become wiser, stronger.
I have learned to trust in my Father, He knows the end from before the beginning. He has pulled me through pain and out of mistakes repeatedly. Daily I let Him down, but hourly He holds me up. Even when my heart is hurting from a painful rejection of love, He doesn’t proudly pull away, but instead He listens to my bleeding heart and mends the ragged gash. I have learned that by staying near to Him is the only shelter I have in the midst of the raging storm of life.
I have become stronger by this knowledge. For it is by knowledge that foundations and walls can be built. What would a tower be without an architect? Or a bridge without an engineer? By the knowledge of trust I have strength. One may ask “How can you be stronger by trusting something you cannot see?” I become stronger because that which I trust in is stronger than me. A child trusts his father, not because he has seen his father do the impossible, but because he has seen him do the possible things daily. I have seen in my daily life how my Father has done the possible things daily. There isn’t a day that goes by that, if I am watching, He doesn’t show Himself strong to me.
I shift my eyes back to my battles. I smile. I know that I have a constant Force in my life. I have something to lean upon. While I still deal with changing emotions, and I still fight my battles against my fears, I know that I am not alone. Whether he loves me or not is not the biggest factor of my life. I am following my Father, and even though I do not know what lies ahead I know of the legacy behind. He has a plan and He will make all things come true in time.
I survey horizon, all I see is darkness. Yet, with that darkness I perceive shadows. I have hope.
As I peer into the murky future, my eyes adjust and I begin to see shadows. Shadows are litmus to the presence of light. I pause from my inner battle of fears, and glance over my shoulder. I smile.
There is light, there is a sense of understanding of the past. I know where I have been. I know that I have survived many tragedies. I have survived both tragedies of family and of young love. By surviving I have become wiser, stronger.
I have learned to trust in my Father, He knows the end from before the beginning. He has pulled me through pain and out of mistakes repeatedly. Daily I let Him down, but hourly He holds me up. Even when my heart is hurting from a painful rejection of love, He doesn’t proudly pull away, but instead He listens to my bleeding heart and mends the ragged gash. I have learned that by staying near to Him is the only shelter I have in the midst of the raging storm of life.
I have become stronger by this knowledge. For it is by knowledge that foundations and walls can be built. What would a tower be without an architect? Or a bridge without an engineer? By the knowledge of trust I have strength. One may ask “How can you be stronger by trusting something you cannot see?” I become stronger because that which I trust in is stronger than me. A child trusts his father, not because he has seen his father do the impossible, but because he has seen him do the possible things daily. I have seen in my daily life how my Father has done the possible things daily. There isn’t a day that goes by that, if I am watching, He doesn’t show Himself strong to me.
I shift my eyes back to my battles. I smile. I know that I have a constant Force in my life. I have something to lean upon. While I still deal with changing emotions, and I still fight my battles against my fears, I know that I am not alone. Whether he loves me or not is not the biggest factor of my life. I am following my Father, and even though I do not know what lies ahead I know of the legacy behind. He has a plan and He will make all things come true in time.
I survey horizon, all I see is darkness. Yet, with that darkness I perceive shadows. I have hope.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Reality
I stare at reality,
A shadowed door for me.
A bitter wind blows,
And memories of the past flows.
Why did it go this way?
Why did I even try to play?
Now all I feel is pain
But yet, I don’t see the gain.
A soft whisper now I hear,
“You don’t have to fear”
“That’s all I see,
There is no hope for me”
“No there may not be,
Not by your own strength but by Me”
“How can I believe,
Especially since I cannot even breathe?”
“I have seen how you cried,
But I know you can take it all in stride.
I have held every tear,
And watched you look into the mirror.
My child, you are Mine,
After you are polished you will shine.
So please, don’t sigh.”
“Father, I will try.”
The door of reality may be dim,
And your chances may seem slim.
But you can cope,
Just trust Him and have hope.
A shadowed door for me.
A bitter wind blows,
And memories of the past flows.
Why did it go this way?
Why did I even try to play?
Now all I feel is pain
But yet, I don’t see the gain.
A soft whisper now I hear,
“You don’t have to fear”
“That’s all I see,
There is no hope for me”
“No there may not be,
Not by your own strength but by Me”
“How can I believe,
Especially since I cannot even breathe?”
“I have seen how you cried,
But I know you can take it all in stride.
I have held every tear,
And watched you look into the mirror.
My child, you are Mine,
After you are polished you will shine.
So please, don’t sigh.”
“Father, I will try.”
The door of reality may be dim,
And your chances may seem slim.
But you can cope,
Just trust Him and have hope.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Hello?
"Hello," I cry,
"Helo" I hear a echoed reply.
"Are you there?"
"Do you care?"
Nothing but an echoed call
Did He even notice my fall?
"I AM here,
you have nothing to fear"
"Why did you leave me?"
"I didnt, you forgot the key"
"What?", a puzzled look.
"Read the Book"
"I will never leave you nor forsake you,
"but I couldn't hear you"
"Did you listen?"
A small light begins to glisten,
"No," I cry a silent tear.
"You have nothing to fear,
it is I who holds you up,
I who fills your cup."
Slowly the darkness begins to lift
and the foggy shadows shift.
I smile because I know,
that my God can handle any foe.
"Helo" I hear a echoed reply.
"Are you there?"
"Do you care?"
Nothing but an echoed call
Did He even notice my fall?
"I AM here,
you have nothing to fear"
"Why did you leave me?"
"I didnt, you forgot the key"
"What?", a puzzled look.
"Read the Book"
"I will never leave you nor forsake you,
"but I couldn't hear you"
"Did you listen?"
A small light begins to glisten,
"No," I cry a silent tear.
"You have nothing to fear,
it is I who holds you up,
I who fills your cup."
Slowly the darkness begins to lift
and the foggy shadows shift.
I smile because I know,
that my God can handle any foe.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Watches...
It was hot as I walked along the side walk toward the next door... what will the people be like on the other side of this one?... kind? rude? will they buy any books? Will they give a small donation? Will they be willing to pray with me or be interested in studying the bible? There is really no way to be sure. As I look around for any clues as to what kind of people live here, I notice, No kiddie litter (ie kids toys/messes) - so probably no little kids. No leashes or doggy bowls - so probably no pets. Hmmm its pretty much a open chance house. Well here goes it all...
As I knock I wait patiently as I hear some movement in the house. An elderly woman opens the door and smiles. I smile back and am instantly filled with joy. Its not every house that the people smile when they see a door to door sales representative. As I start my little canvass she listens intently with a gentle smile. I noticed that there was something different about her, she has a peaceful feeling about her. She was wearing a older dress, but not fancy or anything. She wasn't decked out in jewelery, or plastered in makeup, yet she shone with inner and outer beauty. As I continue my canvas i notice one thing that glimmers with the sun, a simple watch.
As I look at the watch I notice several things about it, its simple yet it seems to be something special to her as I see that she touches it fondly. Why does this lady stand out? What makes her so special? Why does she shine with a innter glow?
As we continue our conversation she states that she is a Seventh-day Adventist, and slowly the pieces fall together. She married a pastor a long time ago and had been a colpouterer in her younger years. Back in her day, it was not typical for a SDA to wear jewelry. So instead of wedding rings, devoted couples would give watches. That simple, yet priceless watch was her token of promise that before both God and Man that she would be faithful to her husband through sickness, and health, for better or for worse.
It was beautiful to meet such a strong woman for God. As I reflected on this encounter I noticed some simple lessons. Both she and the watch had gone through pain and hard times, but age, while dimming both from the shiny young appearance, smoothed out a deeper glow. In time a rough rock by the beating of the relentless ocean will slowly erode to a smoother face. And so it is with a human life, when surrendered to Gods "beatings" will eventually have a smooth face- one that reflects a life of hard toils and eternal joy.
As I knock I wait patiently as I hear some movement in the house. An elderly woman opens the door and smiles. I smile back and am instantly filled with joy. Its not every house that the people smile when they see a door to door sales representative. As I start my little canvass she listens intently with a gentle smile. I noticed that there was something different about her, she has a peaceful feeling about her. She was wearing a older dress, but not fancy or anything. She wasn't decked out in jewelery, or plastered in makeup, yet she shone with inner and outer beauty. As I continue my canvas i notice one thing that glimmers with the sun, a simple watch.
As I look at the watch I notice several things about it, its simple yet it seems to be something special to her as I see that she touches it fondly. Why does this lady stand out? What makes her so special? Why does she shine with a innter glow?
As we continue our conversation she states that she is a Seventh-day Adventist, and slowly the pieces fall together. She married a pastor a long time ago and had been a colpouterer in her younger years. Back in her day, it was not typical for a SDA to wear jewelry. So instead of wedding rings, devoted couples would give watches. That simple, yet priceless watch was her token of promise that before both God and Man that she would be faithful to her husband through sickness, and health, for better or for worse.
It was beautiful to meet such a strong woman for God. As I reflected on this encounter I noticed some simple lessons. Both she and the watch had gone through pain and hard times, but age, while dimming both from the shiny young appearance, smoothed out a deeper glow. In time a rough rock by the beating of the relentless ocean will slowly erode to a smoother face. And so it is with a human life, when surrendered to Gods "beatings" will eventually have a smooth face- one that reflects a life of hard toils and eternal joy.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Hope
Dont be discouraged
Nothing is impossible
there is no Chasm
that cannot be briged
Dont give up on Hope,
God will pull you through.
Because He loves you
you can cope.
Smile at the storm
it will bring flowers
Never forget that you are in Gods hands
you are clay for Him to form
Nothing is impossible
there is no Chasm
that cannot be briged
Dont give up on Hope,
God will pull you through.
Because He loves you
you can cope.
Smile at the storm
it will bring flowers
Never forget that you are in Gods hands
you are clay for Him to form
ithoughts
As i stand on this edge
this edge of a bold rock ledge,
i wonder
what is to be,
and how will it effect me.
i pray
Lord hold me in Your hands
and teach me how to stand
i smile
this edge of a bold rock ledge,
i wonder
what is to be,
and how will it effect me.
i pray
Lord hold me in Your hands
and teach me how to stand
i smile
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