In the scorching heat of the summer days I hate, You quench me.
Underneath the sun and no shade in hand, fear not I shall.
I'll journey through 'cause You'll pull through.
Yes, that's just the way You do.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Golden Arches '08-'10
Where the clouds are red and the skies are gold, there were throngs of angst and loss.
Reckless, we came.
In distraught, we smile.
Aren't these all symptoms of a lonely child?
Where the clouds are red and the skies are gold, everything broke down to be made anew.
Torn asunder and deserted at first.
Roaming about, nowhere to go.
All I want is my own abode.
As I trudge my way to a silent retreat, He holds my hand and beckons to His spring.
Where the clouds are red and the skies are gold, a new throng has come for me to flow.
Vessels abound for me to grow.
Together, we rise.
In prudence, we ignite.
Where the clouds are red and the skies are gold, He smiles to me and the family I behold.
Reckless, we came.
In distraught, we smile.
Aren't these all symptoms of a lonely child?
Where the clouds are red and the skies are gold, everything broke down to be made anew.
Torn asunder and deserted at first.
Roaming about, nowhere to go.
All I want is my own abode.
As I trudge my way to a silent retreat, He holds my hand and beckons to His spring.
Where the clouds are red and the skies are gold, a new throng has come for me to flow.
Vessels abound for me to grow.
Together, we rise.
In prudence, we ignite.
Where the clouds are red and the skies are gold, He smiles to me and the family I behold.
A New Playground
I run.
You run.
I hide.
You seek.
I'll break the rules.
I am free.
I'd play until I hurt my own two feet.
As I end this game of foolish play, I find it's You who's captured me.
Play time's over, I presume.
You bring me to a field meant for running free.
I thought I'd lost when I said, "I quit."
I win.
You lose.
The truth is to be free was all You've meant for me.
You run.
I hide.
You seek.
I'll break the rules.
I am free.
I'd play until I hurt my own two feet.
As I end this game of foolish play, I find it's You who's captured me.
Play time's over, I presume.
You bring me to a field meant for running free.
I thought I'd lost when I said, "I quit."
I win.
You lose.
The truth is to be free was all You've meant for me.
Apples and Jewels
Daily they serenade You with love songs old and new. How I long to romance You the same way they do.
You are most adored of all. Many are they who pursue You.
As I gaze upon Your beauty, their desire for You becomes no mystery.
How then can you notice me? Will You ever notice me?
To be the apple of your eye seems like a distant dream for a girl like me who can't seem to do anything for you to be pleased.
In the myriad of voices, I deplete mine to a hush.
Unknowingly, You look to me and see what I do not see - a beautiful woman in the fullness of Your glory.
In the sweetest of words, You are the one who serenades me. You surprise me in the most loving ways I've always longed someone was to me.
For so long, how my heart has failed to see Your heart that loves me for me.
In Your indescribable love, I thank You for revealing that, in Your sight, I can be more than an apple.
I am more than an apple. I am Your jewel.
You are most adored of all. Many are they who pursue You.
As I gaze upon Your beauty, their desire for You becomes no mystery.
How then can you notice me? Will You ever notice me?
To be the apple of your eye seems like a distant dream for a girl like me who can't seem to do anything for you to be pleased.
In the myriad of voices, I deplete mine to a hush.
Unknowingly, You look to me and see what I do not see - a beautiful woman in the fullness of Your glory.
In the sweetest of words, You are the one who serenades me. You surprise me in the most loving ways I've always longed someone was to me.
For so long, how my heart has failed to see Your heart that loves me for me.
In Your indescribable love, I thank You for revealing that, in Your sight, I can be more than an apple.
I am more than an apple. I am Your jewel.
Good Good Good Morning
Each morning is different from the next.
In this little place I call my own, You either kiss me with the warmth of the sun or caress me with the cool of the air.
You give me more than the "good morning" I speak.
Oh, who can resist a peaceful slumber?
Needless to say, not I!
Yet, as I transcend to Your drawing light, You sing to me in the melodies of home - each and every note a welcoming tune.
To dwell in this peacefulness is more than I could ask for.
Of mornings past, in the midst of my seeking, maybe all I could really see was the toil before me.
Still, each morning, You speak a new life into me.
Never could I comprehend the grace You love to shower me with.
Wounded, shattered and broken I was from evenings of old.
Yet, this morning You wake me and let me see that my heart will cease to be pieces from a lonely evening.
Oh, most gracious God!
Oh, God of creativity!
How You amaze me!
The peace You give and the passion You instill - all but just the start for this heart You've healed.
In this little place I call my own, You either kiss me with the warmth of the sun or caress me with the cool of the air.
You give me more than the "good morning" I speak.
Oh, who can resist a peaceful slumber?
Needless to say, not I!
Yet, as I transcend to Your drawing light, You sing to me in the melodies of home - each and every note a welcoming tune.
To dwell in this peacefulness is more than I could ask for.
Of mornings past, in the midst of my seeking, maybe all I could really see was the toil before me.
Still, each morning, You speak a new life into me.
Never could I comprehend the grace You love to shower me with.
Wounded, shattered and broken I was from evenings of old.
Yet, this morning You wake me and let me see that my heart will cease to be pieces from a lonely evening.
Oh, most gracious God!
Oh, God of creativity!
How You amaze me!
The peace You give and the passion You instill - all but just the start for this heart You've healed.
Sweeter than Sweet
Blueberry, banoffee, strawberry and toffee.
Everything my tummy shouts with glee!
Oh, how men tease me for my yummy little pleas when all I really want is to crave forever for Thee.
Everything my tummy shouts with glee!
Oh, how men tease me for my yummy little pleas when all I really want is to crave forever for Thee.
Seasons
A season for this. A season for that.
Like the dawning of the sun and the dusking of the night, each one begins with a purposeful end.
Winter, spring, summer or fall? Sometimes I wonder where I really am.
I wait and wait and wait.
Will I really have the faith?
Be still, He says. Be still.
Like the dawning of the sun and the dusking of the night, each one begins with a purposeful end.
Winter, spring, summer or fall? Sometimes I wonder where I really am.
I wait and wait and wait.
Will I really have the faith?
Be still, He says. Be still.
Psalm to God
I always tend to lose my way.
Still, You're here.
You always lead this soul.
You always make a way.
I hope to just look to You.
I hope to run this race.
Run to You always.
May I just please You.
In each and every way.
Still, You're here.
You always lead this soul.
You always make a way.
I hope to just look to You.
I hope to run this race.
Run to You always.
May I just please You.
In each and every way.
Wistful Thinking
Bring me to Neverland.
Play all day.
Rest all day.
To be like a child and not be treated like a child.
Bring me to Neverland.
Let me run.
Let me feel the breeze.
Let me know how it's supposed to be.
Take me out of the in between.
Take me out of the elementary.
I want to grow up.
Bring me to Neverland.
Play all day.
Rest all day.
To be like a child and not be treated like a child.
Bring me to Neverland.
Let me run.
Let me feel the breeze.
Let me know how it's supposed to be.
Take me out of the in between.
Take me out of the elementary.
I want to grow up.
Bring me to Neverland.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Freedom of the Free
What is freedom?
A simple act of the will?
Your mind and body let loose?
Be free.
Anywhere you want to be.
Anyone you want to be.
What is freedom?
A simple matter of time and space?
A swindle of who's, what's, when's, where's and how's?
To be free.
Anywhere I want to be.
Anyone I want to be.
What is freedom?
My soul set free.
Just with You.
Just me.
A simple act of the will?
Your mind and body let loose?
Be free.
Anywhere you want to be.
Anyone you want to be.
What is freedom?
A simple matter of time and space?
A swindle of who's, what's, when's, where's and how's?
To be free.
Anywhere I want to be.
Anyone I want to be.
What is freedom?
My soul set free.
Just with You.
Just me.
Love
They like to call you by many names.
Always mistaking you for a different face.
Still you dwell.
Hoping they'd know you well.
Always mistaking you for a different face.
Still you dwell.
Hoping they'd know you well.
Hope of the Adopted
Caught in what could be and what could never be.
What should be would be.
I was made to be who I'm meant to be.
Just like my Daddy.
What should be would be.
I was made to be who I'm meant to be.
Just like my Daddy.
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