God in His Glory

God is great, I am not,
Ruler over all things.
His character revealed,
Complete in purity,
Without fault or tarnish.
Showing His faithfulness,
Steadfast, never changing.

Why I am a Sinner

I am so lost in this world,
Seeing things I know should be done;
Not doing them, again and again,
Failing to meet perfection once more.
Deliberately choosing the wrong choice,
Even while being aware; that I am at fault.
They say that I will die
Because of the way I live
So, What? What if I die.
Why would I care?

When it doesn't rain

Life is so confusing sometimes it is so beautiful
But often times trials hide each bit of light.
When I can’t see the sun through a stormy shroud,
I wonder am I hidden from the sun’s sight
Or is the aim to cover it from mine.

You see, when it fails to storm
And rain ceases to water my life
I become as the ground, hard, dry, and cracked
All from lack of any difficulties
Then when they finally do arrive
The rain all washes away
Draining down my hardened soul
Unable to do me any good
Running off instead of soaking in

The warning of droughts which bring
Quick coming floods don’t frown upon
Hardship and trials Be grateful for wet trail rides

In This Day

I am where God wants me to be
Right now in this day
I will live for my Savior
Knowing that I am not all I am to be
I’m glad to see my Savior shaping me

Lord, How Do I Know?

When I look around me,
I see so many questions,
Countless decisions,
Waiting to be made.
But where do I start?
What is the right choice?
It seems that it could be
So much more simple,
Than what it is today.
Lord, how do I know?
How do I know,
Which way to go?
How do I know,
Even the time of day?
When is the right moment?
Where is best place?
It doesn’t make sense any more.
But even that way it doesn’t matter
At least not anymore.
Am I just endlessly floating,
Through life’s queries?
Are my feet even touching the ground,
Or do I rationalize,
And ask my self
‘What is the right way’?
Do I ignore the answer,
That sits right in front of me?
Or do I honestly not see,
What ought to be so plain.
Lord, please help me.
Help me see
And make me do.
Make me do what is right,
What is right in Your eyes,
Not mine.
There are so many mistakes
That I tend to make.
Keep me from repeating my sin.
This sin of seeking my own answers
Rather than Yours.

Haiku 706d

Smallest part of life
As important as the rest
Observe, take notice

Hope For This World

The world is amazingly big
This world is surprisingly small
Each detail under God's control

Surely to be in existence
Is to be in the hand of God
Surely all life breathes by His word

There can never be any other
Lasting hope through eternity
Other than the Lord Jesus Christ

This vast world in which we reside
Despite every hidden corner
All searching finds the same design

Uselessly seeking as a man
For an answer of different kind
None to be found or said besides

There can never be any other
Lasting hope through eternity
Other than the Lord Jesus Christ

To this world let it all be told
Hide not the Truth but raise Him up
So all can see the Lord’s power

His might, His mercy, love, and grace
All clearly seen for blind men healed
By the will of the Sovereign King

There can never be any other
Lasting hope through eternity
Other than the Lord Jesus Christ

Times changed,
Thoughts provoked,
Knowledge gained,
Self will past.

My Thoughts By Me

My thoughts aren't even real thoughts
My letters form words, my words form sentences...
...Sometimes... put together do they make sense?
Can you grasp my meaningness and my meaningless.

I just let things flow...nothingness...
Sometimes thoughts with feelings mixed in to.
But mostly it's just emptiness.
Does it work? do you get, can you understand?
What it is I am communicating? Or am I?
Sometimes I don't know.

Is it poetry? is it prose? or nothingness?
Is there meaning? does it have life?
Or is it dead and lifeless
Will I never know? --Probably.

Thoughts will come, thoughts will go.
Will you understand? --Maybe.
Things will go, time will change.
Will it stay? --I daren't say

Will my message ever be told?
Will I ever write plainly?
My message will be told! --I hope.
However, I doubt I will ever write sense.

A page? Yeah, well, we'll see.
Some other day perhaps,
Or perhaps not.

Thinking

Thoughts are coming,
Thoughts are going,
Formulated,
Within your mind.
Showing up from...
Somewhere,
Near anywhere.
Thoughts be good.
Thoughts be bad.
Here they be,
There they go,
Coming, going,
Sometimes staying.
Sending off,
Or welcome in?
Choose at will,
On which to dwell.

Lack of Inspiration

Lots of empty time
Wanting words to say
Opportunities abound
Things needing said
But no way to speak

When, Where, And How?

When, where, how?
Ever and always.
Here and there.
Specifically
Not generally.
Everyone and no one.
Somebodies and nobodies.
All need to know.
Yesterday and tomorrow,
As well as today.

Let it out don't keep it in.
Flood the world, today.
All together you all and me.

Chose me, use me.
However and wherever
Whenever you please.

The Lord is love,
Let it be known,
Sing it to the world.
Tell everyone,
Without love,
Is without God.
Say it today,
Tell it each morn,
Rise and speak,
Love each day.
Serve the King,
Praise the Father,
Each moment,
Forever.

Time and Opportunity

Time then Time again, will it reoccur?
It was here, it is here, now will it be here?
Will it come again?
It has been here before, time then time again.
But will it come yet another time?
Will history continue to repeat itself...again?
Will it come to pass or will the pattern cease?
Looking back you see the pattern looking forward nothing.
Will the chance come again or remain away... Forever?
Should I let this time pass trusting continuation,
Of this pattern that is bond to pass?
Will it or won't it always come to be?
Should I pass this opportunity? Will it come again?
Looking back I say it will, but will it?
By looking back can't tomorrow be known?
Must this opportunity be taken or may I let it pass,
In hopes it will com again once more?
This chance, as I let it slide through my fingers,
Will return, It must! But really will it?
No one to tell, none to say, but now it is gone.
The chance has left and all that remains for me,
Is to wait and see if I've lost my last opportunity.

Thoughts Turned Towards You

My heart bleeds for you.
My soul longs for you.
Why can’t you see?
Open your eyes, behold His glory.
Open your heart, your mind, know His love.
His power surrounds you.
A tool in His hands, He uses you.
Through you great things are done.
Look around, see His love.
Know and recognize His provision,
Which you supply.
To those you greet, His love is shown.
His wonders surround you.
You are immersed in Him,
His glory, power, love and victory.
Yet you can not see,
Can not perceive,
Nor come to know,
These wonders in your life.
You have not been chosen,
Wonders not revealed.
My intercession continues;
I will not cease;
Pouring my heart out for you,
Begging, praying, asking,
Heartlessly crying for your soul.

The Way

Step by step, day by day,
I'm trying my hardest,
To follow after you.
Though who I ought to be,
Is far from who I am,
I still have a longing,
To become beautiful.
Obstacles do remain,
Waiting to be subdued,
But my beacon leads on.
Christ the Lord shows the way.

The end of my attempts

Looking, Searching, wandering, seeking,
Trying to find where I'm going to go.
Lost in bewilderment;
Traveling, walking, running, tearing,
Proceeding down the road in life.
Continuing uncontrollably;
Surrounded by vastness.
Panicing in incomprehensibility;
Life has left me lost.
Lost in deep dank emptiness.
Uncertainty all around,
A sense of meaningless,
Confounded me.
The darkening confinement,
Enslaving me to madness.

Me

My words are empty,
Yet my heart is filled,
With overflowing,
Gratitude.

Floods

Rain will come, Rain will go,
Even if it seems deceitful.
When it pours without stop,
I know the end will come,
One day or anther.
40 nights without end,
happened once, never again,
Will we all be covered,
In never ending rain.
Though puddles deep,
There will never be,
An endless sea.
Once is all it'll be.
Never reoccurring.
Tis promised to me.
In that we share,
From days of ageing sun,
And never ceasing clouds,
Noah's flood, forever be,
The only and the last,
Of forever vastness.
The landless worldliness
Sunken to the grave.
Never again such total judgment,
Poured out in such a way.
Yet time will come,
Judgment once again,
Holding not rain, nor liquid earth,
But men's eternity.
Not thundering nor lighting flash,
But hell's eternal flame.
No ark to save,
But God's mercy great,
Given to us,
Through our Savior's blood.
His saving grace,
Keeping us from the flood,
Of lifelessness in eternity.
So with Him we might rejoice,
Endlessly flooded by His love.

Time

Time comes, Time, goes.
Time never stays the same,
Loosing, never gaining,
will come to cease,
halting reality,

Why didn’t he die?

He was there and he could have been dead,
But he didn’t die. It’s not that I’m not grateful
Or in some weird way I wanted him to die.
No, I am glad that he is alive; I just don’t understand.
There must be a reason; I know God has a plan
In some way the world won’t be the same
God let him live in order that something great might be done.
All I can do is wait and hope that I get to see,
What God will do.

Will I Change the World?

Today slips by,
Soon to be gone forever,
But what will I do,
How will I live?
Will today be remembered,
Or too quickly forgotten?
Can my actions change,
What is destined to be?
Perhaps they could,
But would I take the time,
Am I going to,
Change the world?

This world is crazy
Crazy in a way it should not be
I refuse to acknowledge schemes and plans
For they can never be obtained