She

her soul is poetry

posies and paint

her eyes are the laughter

and hope of the sea

her hair finds the sunlight

in all the moon's dreams

her life leads the jonquils

to spring fresh with joy

her heart makes delightful

the bluebirds in may

the cardinals sing when she

passes their way

in the strictest of times

she will smile for spite

of the darkness of life

in the still of the night

in abundance of pleasures

she temperate grows

for past undergoings

have taught her "go slow"

she smiles at the future

and sings from the past

the love songs of ages

til laughter will last.

ramblings on love

Sometime’s i’m overwhelmed by the love of God for us.

I can’t seem to love anything very strongly

for very long on my own at all, but He,

He loves me when i run from Him, when I 

fall away and only love myself

His love pursued me his love chose me

His love called me out from being dead

His love made me live and keeps me now

and i will never ever be forsaken

this is far more greatly dear to 

me than i could ever start to tell

this love just permeates my heart

the only son he ever had

the Father gave him up for ME

for me and you and HE

He went to die an awful death

just to save our rotten lives

we have finally been made free

we are fully free to be

all in love with all he is

able now to die to self

to love another more than us

to go beyond our own desires

love the God who loved us first

be the children he has loved

rest in Christ for he is home

know the spirit’s comforting

and someday soon

we’ll all be

fully

home.

Job 9&10 and Resolution

so close that we can not escape

so far above that we can't stand

the reaching up that never ends

who can ever make reply

who can try to reason why

and who can ever make 

this separation end

there is no one who understands

there is no one to go between

we're reaching out

but falling short

this longing empty fills our lives

we need a man who knows of god

a god who comes to go between

a loving priest to make amends

before you Lord, oh who can stand?

the perfect man, a living way

to know the heights and dive the depths

to come full close and reach our hearts

to fully close our separation

and to end our condemnation

you have met the Lord's decrees

you have made our souls go free

still i can not make reply

you are Holy, Christ on high

now we stand before the throne

joined in you, completely home.

A song I wrote

Little Baby Lord
A Christmas Song

(I know i'm not the best singer and it's not the best song ever, but i wanted to share it)
:)

Lyrics-

Little baby in the cold
Body wrapped with swaddling clothes
Heaven in those strips of rags
the shepherds fall in wonder.
God revealed in flesh and bone
Plans to reconcile a world
To pay the debt we'd die to own
All drowning, going under

Little baby Lord
In your will we stand
Through the fate you bore
We're alive within.
Justifying death
On a cursed tree
Our new life began
On the day that you were born

Little baby lying there
All God's fullness in your eyes
Come to live to die alone
Forsaken by your Father
All our sin you'll take away
Condemnation fully swayed
We give our lives in praise to you
And worship full of wonder

epiphany

I've been struggling to understand what you mean when

you say you satisfy my every need

but lying here i understand a part

your joy is full enough to satisfy my heart

the love i want you freely give

if i'm not full i'm filling from an empty source

when all the bounty you have planned

is far beyond what i'm clutching in my hands

I want to fill my heart, but you

want to take it past that, you

want to give me a new heart

entirely which will be far beyond

the limits i've been thinking of

grace so full with you is found

grace to cover all my sins

let the healing streams about

make and keep me pure within

Inspired by my Art Class reading

we're all just drowning

in this river of time

victims of time's shutter speed

cutting up our fleeting lives

we want the speed of modernity

but also to stay in a moment forever

we long to know the future

but love to hold pieces of the past

it's our hunger for eternity

that keeps us where we are

we all want to hold a piece of forever

these folds in the fabric of time

tightrope

we're walking such a tightrope

in our quest for the design

we be falling off the catwalk

for the fortyseventh time

there's a contrast in exposure

that our eyes can not discern

but we know we're drawing closer

when the forms become a blur

we see the face we long to love

the further ranging lord

the justice where we can't pretend

to have what we deserve

but it lets us in the kingdom

where we doubt our spotless clothes

and we're digging up the rags beneath

to show what orphans are

if we fully grasped these concepts 

we'd probably be dead

but we're feeling out the pathway

to that shaky light ahead.