A Prayer to the Father/ A Sunday Prayer

What do you want me to say
Who do you want me to tell
Longing to glorify your name
Wanting to lift you up
Let the world see you
Let them see you through me
Make my life all it can be
Making me live all for you
May you be praised this very day
Let my deeds praise the Lord

Thinking I am going crazy
I chose to stand up and sing
Singing with all that I am
Drowning out all of me
I am afraid to stop
Fearing that I’ll see
Who I am again

Today exists, but is that all?
Am I truly living my life,
Or do I simply react to others deeds?
Am I letting random people dictate who I am?
Is the world pushing me around,
Each making me do whatever he pleases?
Or am I serving in love and humility

Worship

Christ is Lord over me
Seeking meaning to apply
I see Him in control
His rules I obey
Asking Him to dictate my life

In serving my King
Longing all to belong to Him
Taken from myself
My Savior saved me
From my own nature

Making me Thine
You, my God and Creator
Having power over everything
Control my life
Gratefully I surrender

With thanksgiving I come
Before the throne
Of the Almighty God
To sing His praises
And bring glory to His name

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Beauty hid from view
Uncover the mystery
Christ Jesus reveals

Lost in this world

Not knowing where I should be going
Gates open and shut; pushing me along
Should I have? Or shouldn’t I have?
It fails to matter, it is already done.
My life is going past with only one choice.
Here and now, what will I do?
What will I say and what will I think?
Only for this moment can we decide.

Yesterday, already lived, we can’t live again
Tomorrow, not promised to us, is just a hope.
But today is the reality, in which we are living.

Words, they seem so empty.
Spoken with a meaning I may not recognize,
I interpret yours amiss,
And you see mine with different meaning.
What is heard and what is spoken,
Is often not the same.
Sometimes speaking becomes nothing more,
than an exchange of confusion.

God's Glory, God's Glory Great
It is all seen here
With eyes unclear
Pour your spirit upon me
Wrap your love around me
Let my everything be for you
May all I do prove you as true

God's Provision

"I will set up shepherds over them who will feed them; and they shall fear no more, nor be dismayed, nor shall they be lacking,” says the LORD. Jemimah 23:4

Complete and total sufficiency,
All things provided,
In such a wonderful way,
The hand of God in the midst of it all.
Specific dictations,
Showing His great love.

When I say it isn’t right but thank God she didn't die.

When I say it isn’t right
But thank God she didn’t die.

These happenings seem so unreal
I know I am not in charge of the world

I am no one why do I try and define justice?
I realize I ought not to be but my mind refuses to stop.

I so many places I find myself pointing out faults and blemishes,

Seeing hurting family’s and struggling sons,
Wandering daughters far from home.

I wonder, why am I so critical?
What good is noticing so many wrongs?
All I can do is beg and plead for a change
Lacking control over even one single thing

I want to live my life bringing hope
Somehow finding a way
To right a good many wrongs

I have to tell you something, but I am not sure how to begin. You see, I am not anyone important and I am afraid that there is no one listening to what I say. Empty stares and heartless eyes are peering down at me. They make me fear. I am not sure what I am afraid of and none of it makes sense. The one thing that I do know for sure is that my fear is real. How can you be certain of even that? You may ask. I don’t even know, I don’t even know that, but see my hands, how they shake, see how white I am, feel the trembling of my soul. You refuse to believe me even as I say I am afraid. Why should I go on, knowing that you would not believe what I have to say? My fear keeps me silent. Why was I chosen to bear this message? Why must I be the one to speak? Make someone else! Someone else has to do it because I can’t.
“But you’re carrying on all this time surely you can say what you mean.”
I’m afraid I can’t. This fear has left me paralyzed.

And with that he left and ran away… It seemed strange that such a small boy would interrupt my quiet evening with a knock upon my door. I wonder what it was that he had in mind to say.

Time heals all wounds;
But not the one inside of me.

You say I’m wrong,
You say just wait,
Well I am, I have,
But the pain is still the same.

It is pushing me down.
I feel like I could just cease,
And stop living.

I hate this constant fight.

Lord, I love you
some may think that is a foolish thing to say
my actions often deny those very words
God is faithful
though I may try to leave Him
He will always chase me down
God is truth
despite my lies God's word is proven
God is just
Even as I am swayed and biased
God is love
When I struggle not to hate
My words are far from perfection
My life and God's character always disagree
My ugliness, His great beauty
Only by God's grace am I forgiven
If you see any good in me it is not from myself
May God be glorified

The Way It Is

Do I have it all wrong again?
Just let me know so I can rewind my life.
We’ll start all over, way back from the beginning,
I will try to get it right this time.

Even if I mess up the second chance,
I’ll go back a third time for another opportunity;
To live my life a different way.

Again and again the cycle could continue.

Do you really believe, that you can dictate the universe?
You who are but a solitary person,
Whether chance or a greater being,
Put you in this place,
What power have you acquired?
That you may be the one
To determine your destiny.

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Through forgotten night
Light penetrating the darkness
Casts out its madness

Life Without Simplicity: A Sonnet

I looked at my life only to perceive
That it invited chaos to amass
Wanting rest from so much strife and to leave
My legacy on plain colored canvas
I asked how to live in a simple way
All I received was quotes from men of old
What our nation can no longer portray,
That sacred object, I can not behold.
Should I struggle to find what was found dead?
Could they all be wrong, might it still exist?
Seeking simplicity I gained instead
Increased chaos I had tried to resist
Now a lost art, none knowing the old skill
Unfilled my life remains wanting still.

He said here this is your salvation.
I said No, refusing to believe,
But God said Yes,
And changed my heart.

Because He Loved Me

God made a way,
At a great, great cost.
Deserving death,
What I had earned,
Was separation,
For eternity.
God showed me His love.
He came to earth,
And died in my place.
After three days,
In a grave,
Christ returned to life.

My Inability

Separated from God’s goodness,
Unable to correct or hide my error,
So in love with the way I am,
That even if I could, I wouldn’t try.

Well, my first survey is over. The great thing is that someone actually took the time to vote. This also implies that at least one person might occasionally read my posts, so thank you whoever you are. Any way, the question was "What is simplicity?" The four choices were: 1) Lack of complexity, 2) A specific trait something can have, 3) An art that is lost in America, 4) The state of being plain. The response that I got that simplicity is an art that is lost in America. Please let me know what you think by leaving a comment. Hopefully within the next week or so I will write a post on 'Life Without Simplicity' be sure to watch for it.

Me and God

I am lowly and filled with imperfections.
If I were to stand with God,
His courts would no longer be spotless,
So, I can not be with the King.
God said here is where you need to be,
And in my sin I came thus,
Far from God’s holiness.
God, set apart from man’s wickedness,
We can not see His glory,
Or dwell in His presence.