Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Proverbs 18:21

Words can break and hurt, steal and pervert.
This world has chosen destruction from construction
and has used that which was created for encouragement as discouragement.
Twisted phrases make tightfisted men,
eager to fight, ready to "win".
Words can destroy and tear, hate and compare.
Yet the purpose of these expressions is not to fuel depressions
or encourage worldly possessions through false impressions,
but instead vast sentences are meant for reward and relief, support and belief.
Words can uplift and build, inspire and gild.
No such words but those of the Lord's are holy and wholly,
always giving without lack or set back.
The King of Grace and mercy flows through the tips of lips,
so God, I pray, scorch my mouth so I may speak of Your Love as graceful as a dove.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Fallen yet Loved

I fall at His feet stained, chained, pained, and drained.
While the world continues to make me strained.
As I sit and remind myself this is that for which I have trained.
Always remembering His love so engrained.
It's this kind of love that can not be contained.
But He has chosen that I stand ordained,
Unstained, sustained, unconstrained, and maintained.
For in my heart He has deeply ingrained
Every word, perfectly arraigned.
So no longer am I extensively restrained
Or the passion in me unfortunately contained
For He has broken in and entertained
Every desire which has now remained.
Realizing in full, His love is obtained
Through this intense disgust, for sin has disdained.
Matchless Lover, you always pertained
To my life from which I've worked and abstained
Knowing Your worth is unexplained
Through lowly human attempts that waned.
So Righteous One here I am unrestrained
Ready and willing to be called and regained.

He Sings to Me

The Warrior of all that stands before me;
The Cleaner of all that's in my past;
The Pursuer of all that attempts to fool thee;
The Lover of all that crumble aghast.

Runner of the race to which I should run,
Yet He tells me to sit and watch Him go;
Finishing the match which He begun
Proving, again, all that I owe.

However, He kisses me gently to remind
Of all He does when I stand by
Such as give crystal sight to me, the blind
And lift me up so I can fly.

Father of Light who beams through dark
You whisper sweet promises to your child,
And as I walk You take me and lark
Looking down on me, You smiled.

This princess You crowned with shining glory
Turning wretched flaws into radiant beauty
Always seeing, clearly, the full story
Knowing full and declaring my duty.

The Savior of all who walk the Earth;
The Ransom of all who are stained;
The Grace of all who desire rebirth;
The King of all who are pained.