Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Dear blog;
It's been awhile. Today I'm on a new journey. But I find it hard some days, to believe in myself. But I've gotta keep pushing forward. Anything big started from a little beginning didn't it?
In deed it did.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
My King
you are my light, you are my strength, you are my shield, my rock in the rainstorms of life. you are the superior - you are the weight which holds me down. you make me whole after I am broken. you restore me after the waves of the seas have passed. you are gentle. so humble. so strong. you are a continual rock. a true lamp unto my feet. this dear Jesus cannot be over ruled. You cannot be overcome, you cannot be defeated. By man, nor Satan. No evil can touch your ways. Victory is a part of who you are like flesh is to a man.
my king
my king
my king
the heart cries thank you. it flows like water from a dam. the outpour of a thankful heart. Filled by your love, by your mercy, by your greatness. It's who you are. It's what you stand for. It's too good to be true but remains solid.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Educational Opposition
Clenched fists are bleeding
Black and white
Purple discoloration
Throbbing fluctuation
Fleeting circulation
Glowing hearts
Firm handshakes
Eye contact
Hour glass of the mind
Dual negativity
I scare you
You scare me
War in the country
Death bringing peace
Fight in the unseen
The silence are the tears
The unspoken words
Illogically entrusted
The monster peers through the closet in darkness
When history threatens return
Sunrise approaching
A beautiful smile
Warriors are meek in appearance
Strength is weakness?
Inadequate
Educational Opposition
Mountains reach higher than skyscrapers
Walls stand higher than I
Mere words defeat giants
Weapons are not made from steel
The victory at hand
…Is mine
Labels: Life
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Thick Skullz
For some reason, I just can't get the same things I hear over and over and over again, in my head and to stay there. They don't sink in and I'm walking in circles I don't even want to walk in. I just can't get through my head (among what seems to be MANY things right now) that I'm loved for who I am, whoever that is, I am loved for it, and it is not what I have or what I do that grants me love. See, I know this, but at the same time, I don't know it at all.
Labels: Learning Curves
Monday, March 26, 2007
There’s violence in the heart tonight
A raging war
Manifested Judgement
I’ve given you the keys and you’ve destroyed my bedroom
You’ve birthed fear, distrust & control
Intertwined to cause the snowball effect
But there’s beauty in the spotlight that caught you dead in your tracks
For the name of love
The strength of your cold, blood thirsty hands has weakened
It’s a beautiful falling
The clock is ticking
Your skin is rotting
Distance between the greatest lover in history
your strength boasts and gnashes,
has pride all over it,
the true strength of the strongest one,
enters in gently and quietly,
with peace,
with honour,
without a word, but a smirk on His face,
the light of a bold sunrise behind Him,
filling the entire sky.
Love.
It’s humbled silence;
the most powerful strength this world will ever know.
And we’ve only tasted but a sample
More powerful than the hands of a thief.
More beautiful than diamonds,
Stronger than death
Shout for victory
It’s waiting for you…
Labels: Writings
Monday, March 19, 2007
Far From Home
I’m trying my absolute hardest to walk straight down a long, narrow corridor. My mind is sober, but my body is dizzy; drunk. I’m bouncing off wall to wall, struggling to keep my balance. Frustration builds from a longing to get it right, rooted in weeds that I do not know, or necessarily see them, but I know that they are there.
A ball of yarn is rolled up into one big mess. I spend too much time staring. Pressure can be exerted for so long before it destroys something. Too much inward focus will cause an implosion. It’s an evil ploy I fall victim to and cannot see the proper path. Mistake after mistake, I feel so far from home sometimes, in a prison I created for myself. And I don’t know why. How aggravating…
A ball of yarn is rolled up into one big mess. I spend too much time staring. Pressure can be exerted for so long before it destroys something. Too much inward focus will cause an implosion. It’s an evil ploy I fall victim to and cannot see the proper path. Mistake after mistake, I feel so far from home sometimes, in a prison I created for myself. And I don’t know why. How aggravating…
Labels: Growing Pains
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
New Beginnings
I am loved for who I am and not what I do. I have sought for the dreams of God, the gifts of God, the anointing of God, and the many gifts of God and in that I have worshipped what God does rather than who God is.
I’m beginning not to care so much about what I can do for Christ anymore (not to neglect what He gives me, but not focusing my life upon it) Rather, my focus is shifting more on just having simple relationship with God. Where I won’t go to church because I ‘like it’ or because the music is good, or the speaker is good, or even for the atmosphere and how it makes me feel, but so I will wake up on a Sunday and just want to go there to seek the face of God, let alone throughout my whole week, that worship wouldn’t be a Sunday morning event, but an everyday event, through the way I live. That my life’s focus would be to see the face of God. That my hunger would increase and when satisfied, be exchanged for more hunger.
Afterall, He’s more interested in our hearts than our actions, and if anything, He’s more interested in why we do what we do, rather than what we do.
Religion break off, we want the real deal. I’m tired of my religion.
I’m beginning not to care so much about what I can do for Christ anymore (not to neglect what He gives me, but not focusing my life upon it) Rather, my focus is shifting more on just having simple relationship with God. Where I won’t go to church because I ‘like it’ or because the music is good, or the speaker is good, or even for the atmosphere and how it makes me feel, but so I will wake up on a Sunday and just want to go there to seek the face of God, let alone throughout my whole week, that worship wouldn’t be a Sunday morning event, but an everyday event, through the way I live. That my life’s focus would be to see the face of God. That my hunger would increase and when satisfied, be exchanged for more hunger.
Afterall, He’s more interested in our hearts than our actions, and if anything, He’s more interested in why we do what we do, rather than what we do.
Religion break off, we want the real deal. I’m tired of my religion.
Labels: New Seasons
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