be the clay

You mold and make me,
but I stiffen too quickly,
I try to shape myself
help me to be patient,
to endure through the fire,
refine me through these hardships
lead me into quiet obedience
Lord I keep falling into my sins,
these addictions, temptations and apathies...
but help me believe
water my faith and help me grow
give me wisdom for eternity
Lord I need Your power in my life
help me to be filled with Your spirit
turn my mind from the sinful strongholds
encourage and convict me to follow you
with all my heart, with all my intellect, with all my strength
help me fight everyday
against the things of this world that beckon me
against the laziness of apathy
against the powers of human selfishness
...by Your power, Your blood, Your Spirit
make me new.
mold me into the beautiful daughter you desire me to be.
I count everything as rubbish,
I just want You.

I love You, Lord.

true love

I desire a deep relationship with God.

steadfast into transformation

I am holding a weight on my shoulders,

and holding on to a hope (at the same time)

that this burden will build my character, my perspective, and my life

into a work of His glory

what once was lost is now found...in Jesus name.

Sardis

Though the skin be supple,

the heart is stone,

though the eyes are open,

you are as dry as bone

the sun shines down on your bright faces,

you appear alive in public places,

a smile here; a kind gesture there,

but He who made you sees you bare.

you are dead and only breathing,

even breath is a gift you are gracefully receiving

Open your eyes, listen with your ears,

let all who desire Him fall down in tears

the mind is fickle and the flesh is weak

everyday your spirit grows bleak

while on the outside you beam

the words tidy themselves so as to seem

you are fine, heaven-bound, and getting by

when deep down you are not ready to die

Jesus is Lord and is to be glorified with your life

seek Him, desire Him, and pray for love

for only by the Spirit will you be able to change...

then He will breathe life into these dry bones.

these chains

because this is easy

this is comfortable

this is hassle free

beat, beat, beat of the drum

this heart is on fire,
my mind goes murky,
my feet stuck in the mire,
thoughts roll sticky

but the beat of the drum still pounds
deep within my chest it sounds

caught up and lost at sea
unable to find my identity
close my eyes so I can see
remind myself that I am free

today I forget who I am,
for a moment I cannot think,
it takes too much of me,
to embrace kindness
this torrent compels me

I know you want the best,
only good things for me
but I fall short of your glory
save me.

meandering talks

the best part about an interaction with someone
is the way it takes two to trace a path,
words weave in and out in spoken tapestry
suddenly life is outlined with simple vocabulary

When we speak I love to hear you sigh,
talk about nothing, and never get shy

Our conversation is special to me,
your small words are waves in a sea
frosting on my cake it's sweet as can be!

I smile when you just text me,
a long day at work,
but you make me happy.

Can I speak words back to you?
Color your dull day right back to you?
shimmy a word of strength to you?
send a simple jar of joy with my reply back to you?
make you smile or silently laugh while you do what you do?

words take me by surprise.
sometimes i need them more than air,
sometimes I refuse them in my despair
but our meandering talks lead me there:
the place of warmth with what we share.

just heavenly.