Monday, November 30, 2009


What's your plate full with young one?
Is it covered in self?
Or is it covered in Jesus--
forgetting all else?

This is a time to pause and remember,
His sacrifice, His coming, His lonely surrender
at the cross.

Born to die.
Can you imagine?
Born to save.
Not live in a mansion.

When all the wealth was His,
by Him everything was made,
and everything consists,
truly makes the price He paid
a reason to exist.

Can you breathe Him in?
Can you reach Him with your cries?
He is near you every minute, every second,
so don't try, remember.

So I ask you again young one what's on your plate?
Are you dining on and serving up the only food that
sustains the soul? Or are you feasting on the the
stuff you can see, touch, taste--
the stuff in a minute that time will erase.

This is
line of

If you don't get this, there will be a reckoning.
You have been commissioned; please yield to His beckoning.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

when love lacks

Is part of aging becoming numb
Jumping from planes for what I've come from
If you know the answer then Oh Beckon Me
Let me bathe in surrender that knows no retreat
Rightfully entreated, mastered like a track
I fled twice sideways
you brought me back

within your hold
within your touch
I'm gaining the reasons I love you so much

And I'll never drink that way again
Misshapen freedoms, a whole world of lack.

And I'm all over you
when you find me again
And I'm still knowing you
when morning's come and went

Love lost, repeated
is a spiteful friend
all the ways I love you
all the ways I love you
cannot bridge the divide
when you walk one way
and I go with Christ.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

ready to serve

midway between finding myself and finding You
thank God I found You instead
You showed me
me in a different light

now I think I can do better
now I think I can be better
at least to them if not me
but Your love for me will continue
to transform

everything I'm coming from
even when I'm worn
finally, finally,
no need for alarm

I'm safe in Your arms
and I believe it.

everything it cost.
the more I built myself,
the more I went looking for fame, wealth,
everything else.
the more I lost You,
the more I didn't care
the more people seemed like images of the Divine
creeping into your life
to steal your mind.

I'm no longer made to serve.
I serve now willingly.
Only hoping to find that You forgive my inability
to trust You.

I'm writing this for you.
I'll try to make this plain.
When you're secure enough to trust in what you have,
then you've forgotten the Source of it all.

Psalms 91:2 I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

Monday, November 9, 2009

the Laver

It was in your face in mine
when I kissed Grace for the very first time
the cause for which we dance
the searching, stretching, daily romance

We looked into the laver
endearing traits that fade over time
the time, it passed in spaces that we couldn't understand
and where we went,
well, it wasn't in the plan
but we return, and see Him again

We suppose the maidens are craving their mirrors be returned
so that they can stare into their own eyes again
but I imagine their near repenting of that sin
And when we return to the temple,
we return again as priests.

We minister to the King and He has called us kings.
We minister to the sheep, and they are ever wandering...
like us.

So today we thought to ask,
what we never thought to ask before,
for fear that they answer would bring our grace obsolete,
when we travel far from Thee,
do you wander also and others seek?
Or does your love stand as a solid flame?

Staring still into the laver,
until we see Your eyes,
we are reminded-the planets, the stars,
and all the waters of the oceans,
are not as precious as our soul,
there size does not make them greater,
just like our experience does not make us greater
but faith.

For the eyes of the LORD move to and fro throughout the earth that He may strongly support those whose heart is completely His. You have acted foolishly in this. Indeed, from now on you will surely have wars. 2 Chronicles 16:9

Sunday, November 8, 2009

and now the final burden lifted

and now the final burden lifted or rather laid at His feet
I am at the place of asking where peace and victory meet

so many have come athirsting
wanting to drink from my cup

and to those I would freely give,
haven't wanted as much

I put down ambition, made thick by attrition
and now I have many that come

there aren't enough spoons,
but oh I forgot...
I must move daily to Him like the moon

Monday, November 2, 2009

A Response poem for Tobias Humphrey

I will commemorate Tobias, meaning God is good,
portraying God is hate.
His thinking as a Christian soldier was,
"I have license to berate
everyone that shuns my views,
from distant borders like Kuwait."

Don't tell me love the Muslim brothers.
They say Muhammad's great.


I was waiting many months for God to give me wisdom to reply.
I had no idea why a Muslim brother would park here and reside.
But, we have the same Creator. Let His name be praised. And if
he says praise Muhammad, I'll still love him all my days.

It's like this. He said love is truth. If I love them then I'll
tell them the truth. But what about the truth in love? You can't
smack someone on the head, tell them their stupid and say it's
in the Name of Love.

I am almost dying here. I was almost crying here, when I read
the things you wrote. I only thought such hatred lived in the
hearts of those who smote
our Lord.