Forgiveness
I knew the whisper of Your will
amidst the constant clamor shrill.
I remember, sweet surrender
when my heart dwelt with You still.
The slow wander: Compromise.
Each stumble left less strength to rise.
Ensnared in ever-present sin,
noble intentions, merely tries.
I lose the struggle I can't win.
The distance deepens, dark demise.
"Oh, rage, pure hate! My clumsy soul!"
What I intend screams silent cries.
How might, my fractured self, console?
I have become what I despise.
This is my profound distress:
my tempted will under duress.
I am deafened to Your call.
I'm frail, I fail, I fall.
I struggle against sin, and yet,
already fully paid: my debt.
For what instead You choose to see
is only Jesus Christ in me.
Forgiveness, this - surreal, divine.
How can I count my life as mine?
amidst the constant clamor shrill.
I remember, sweet surrender
when my heart dwelt with You still.
The slow wander: Compromise.
Each stumble left less strength to rise.
Ensnared in ever-present sin,
noble intentions, merely tries.
I lose the struggle I can't win.
The distance deepens, dark demise.
"Oh, rage, pure hate! My clumsy soul!"
What I intend screams silent cries.
How might, my fractured self, console?
I have become what I despise.
This is my profound distress:
my tempted will under duress.
I am deafened to Your call.
I'm frail, I fail, I fall.
I struggle against sin, and yet,
already fully paid: my debt.
For what instead You choose to see
is only Jesus Christ in me.
Forgiveness, this - surreal, divine.
How can I count my life as mine?
Oh, Fall's Descent
Oh, Fall's descent!
I do lament,
the crisp cold air and raining leaves;
portends of winter, they remind;
For fire of the changing trees,
leave charred skeletons behind.
I don my coat and woolen vest
in cloistered isolation - pained.
The season has returned to test
resilience, and hope retained.
The room is still with creeping chill.
Melancholy grows within.
The loneliness inside is shrill
as subtle sadness settles in.
Though, quickly I, myself remind,
that Perfect Love inside is kind.
Though Winter's chill can freeze in part,
it cannot quench the warmth of heart.
For I have a Forever Friend,
who comforts me through Winter's end.
I do lament,
the crisp cold air and raining leaves;
portends of winter, they remind;
For fire of the changing trees,
leave charred skeletons behind.
I don my coat and woolen vest
in cloistered isolation - pained.
The season has returned to test
resilience, and hope retained.
The room is still with creeping chill.
Melancholy grows within.
The loneliness inside is shrill
as subtle sadness settles in.
Though, quickly I, myself remind,
that Perfect Love inside is kind.
Though Winter's chill can freeze in part,
it cannot quench the warmth of heart.
For I have a Forever Friend,
who comforts me through Winter's end.
Be Still and Know
"I've just got to get away"
a good friend said to me one day
while walking through a noisy parking lot.
So pack our bags and go, did we
and from frenetic pace did flee
from urban life first weekend's chance we got.
To dirt we drove from cement ground,
and on some goodly farms we found
the quaint humble pastoral life preferred.
No coffee stands each quarter mile
and people there knew how to smile
revealed in foreign calm, true silence heard.
In the night sky, a million stars
no constant noise from passing cars
quiet clouds drift causing time to slow.
Returning home - revealed this thought -
that peace is with intention sought;
to regularly just be still and know.
a good friend said to me one day
while walking through a noisy parking lot.
So pack our bags and go, did we
and from frenetic pace did flee
from urban life first weekend's chance we got.
To dirt we drove from cement ground,
and on some goodly farms we found
the quaint humble pastoral life preferred.
No coffee stands each quarter mile
and people there knew how to smile
revealed in foreign calm, true silence heard.
In the night sky, a million stars
no constant noise from passing cars
quiet clouds drift causing time to slow.
Returning home - revealed this thought -
that peace is with intention sought;
to regularly just be still and know.