be still and know
oh this, this is just pure emotion pouring out of my heart. don't mind the mess.
The spring of ages is black and brackish
A pool inherited at birth from father
And his father before him
Nothing grows here
They don’t know it
But everything that comes here
Comes to die
There is only one cure
One Physician
His potion, at times bitter
Is never poison
No, it is the elixir of life
Who among the heavens is like He?
Able to call from death
That which has never lived
Able to turn black water
Clear as the crystal sky it once sat so woefully under
O heart!
Compare not your fleeting joys and sorrows
To His glories yet to come!
O face!
Yield not from submerging yourself
In the River of Life and drinking deeply!
I love how majestic the bald eagle looks from the side
but from straight on it just looks scared and confused
Kind of like America. This is why they don’t want us seeing the whole picture.
(via sinplatedgold)
An Autumn Psalm
The old saying is true
My heart is a mysterious country of which you are the King
O Lord of my heart
I am overwhelmed by the joy you bring
So that even in the days of trouble
My soul sings for you
The world’s worries try to cast themselves on me like heavy shadows
Try to drag me down to the depths of their lonely misery
I feel them constantly creeping
Waiting to snatch me
But you, o Lord, are relentless
You died to bring me joy and so you pump it into my veins like life blood
You refuse to let me be snatched
Me, the soul you bought with your very body
From which flowed life begetting life
I join the ranks of a new generation
A generation striving for your affections at any cost
A generation trying desperately to spurn all that would offend you
All that would nullify our freedom
Our battle cry is never far from our lips
“Jesus is better!”
Jesus is better. Jesus is sweeter. Jesus is cooler.
Jesus is kinder. Jesus is fuller. Jesus is King.
These are the lessons I am continually learning.
A Sinner’s Psalm 1
Oh Lord, you have opened the eyes of my spirit
You have become a light illuminating the dark secrets of my heart
Had I an ounce of goodness in me, I would not be so ashamed
Only you, Lord of the Earth, have such a character
That you can know the deepest, most repulsive parts of a person
And love them with a love unmatched anywhere on this Earth
I am terrified, Lord, that you should leave me
But to be afraid is to nullify your promises
For you have promised, time and again
That you will never leave me
Not after the mighty work done on Calvary
Your gift giving is precious
There in none on Earth to match your majesty
Have pity on me, a sinner
And teach me how to love in your perfect way
A sliver of your character would make me infinitely greater
Greater than any who lived on this Earth
May your name be glorified on this Earth
May your name be glorified on this heart
Every time I see a happy couple in love I think of a man I’ve never met.
Though I don’t know what color his eyes will be,
I know what they’ll be filled with when they look into mine.
Though I don’t know what length his arms will be,
I’ll know how they’ll make me feel as he wraps me in them.
Though I can’t tell you the shape of his lips,
I know they’ll hold my very first kiss.
It makes no sense, I know,
To dream about a person you haven’t even met yet.
But I know with a certainty that comes from the heart,
That somewhere, out there
He does the same for me.
These 4 months
4 months has been the difference between a girl and a woman
One autumn full of hurt and challenge
The colored leaves of bitterness fell with every violent breeze
But the tree stood resolute, determined to make it
I understand the pith about pain now
I knew I needed it to grow
I just forgot then because it hurt so much
I was blinded by so many things
Womanhood is as sweet as they say
It is a level reached not by the passage of time
But by the breaking of the hard shell of immaturity
The fruit it enclosed is among God’s finest
Those who eat of it are the blessed ones.
Now the door is open
I knew it’d be like this.
From the moment I let down my walls, I knew.
I’ve let you in the city gates,
And now you’re resting with me in the courtyard,
Strolling with me in the menagerie,
Making ripples with me upon the surface of the clear, blue lake.
Yet I’m afraid.
I don’t think you realize
That with one cutting utterance,
With one false move
You could send these walls crumbling.
I know the Builder personally
He won’t let me hit the ground
But He knows:
Sometimes brokenness is needed
So it can be built up stronger.
I am learning so much about myself from all of this.
The Gardener by Rabindranath Togere
I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you; but I I long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you; but I I long to use the most precious words I have for you; but I dare I long to sit silent by you; but I dare not lest my heart come I long to go away from your side; but I dare not, for fear my
dare not, for fear you should laugh.
That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.
I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.
dare not, being afraid that you would not believe them.
That is why I disguise them in untruth, saying the contrary of
what I mean.
I make my pain appear absurd, afraid that you should do so.
not, fearing I should not be paid with like value.
That is why I gave you hard names and boast of my callous
strength.
I hurt you, for fear you should never know any pain.
out at my lips.
That is why I prattle and chatter lightly and hide my heart
behind words.
I rudely handle my pain, for fear you should do so.
cowardice should become known to you.
That is why I hold my head high and carelessly come into your
presence.
Constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh for ever.
The greatest thing about a glorious moment is that even when it has passed, it can still be with you. Unfortunately that’s also the most terrible thing about a dreadful moment. Life’s ironic that way.
