Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Prodigious One
It was time for my Father to hear a love song, so I wrote Him a letter, then turned it into more, with in depth words to capture true meaning. I just wanted to share it with you. :)
Prodigious One
Surviving on love, grace and mercy
Surpassingly lavished
If my sin never felt the warmth of the bright, shining sun
I would be on a darkened roadway leading to hell
Rejected and forsaken
Cater a starving soul
I taste of your fruit; I am drenched with its juices
Your divine presence has enlightened me
Prodigious One
You cannot be replaced
You can not be defeated
No government can over throw you
No being can stand against you and claim victory
Not one reality makes you twitch with fear
Fear is forgotten in the kingdom of heaven
What you bestow to me in one day requires a lifetime of debt to pay
I fail to find enough words to explain Your majesty
Your Holiness; Your perfection.
I am humbled by your presence alone
I’m not worthy to accept your gifts
Not even one
Nor am I worthy for blessing
I can thank you a thousand times and it’s never enough
You’ve gratified this heart
Mold me; sculpt me; shape me
more like you Lord, more like You
Make the familiar land become desolate
Plant my feet firmly so the storms of life will not engulf me
I’m humbled, fractured, and lost without you
Your prestige is unfathomable
Cleanse me, make me more like you
My flesh deteriorates on its own
This soul chooses You
I love you Lord
My God, I love you
Surviving on love, grace and mercy
Surpassingly lavished
If my sin never felt the warmth of the bright, shining sun
I would be on a darkened roadway leading to hell
Rejected and forsaken
Cater a starving soul
I taste of your fruit; I am drenched with its juices
Your divine presence has enlightened me
Prodigious One
You cannot be replaced
You can not be defeated
No government can over throw you
No being can stand against you and claim victory
Not one reality makes you twitch with fear
Fear is forgotten in the kingdom of heaven
What you bestow to me in one day requires a lifetime of debt to pay
I fail to find enough words to explain Your majesty
Your Holiness; Your perfection.
I am humbled by your presence alone
I’m not worthy to accept your gifts
Not even one
Nor am I worthy for blessing
I can thank you a thousand times and it’s never enough
You’ve gratified this heart
Mold me; sculpt me; shape me
more like you Lord, more like You
Make the familiar land become desolate
Plant my feet firmly so the storms of life will not engulf me
I’m humbled, fractured, and lost without you
Your prestige is unfathomable
Cleanse me, make me more like you
My flesh deteriorates on its own
This soul chooses You
I love you Lord
My God, I love you
josh pick . 02.22.06
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Holy Puke!
I had Faith Works tonight and I think that this was the most I've gotten to date in one night and it's funny because you don't even realize it until you leave and start thinking about it. It's right then, when God speaks to you. I can’t believe the amount of stuff I’m taking in tonight. I think God threw up on me, but allowed me to take it. That’s the best puke I’ve ever seen. Holy puke! Mmmm... yummy!
Monday, February 13, 2006
Curse the Wind
Just a piece to share... if you guys could pray for me too I'd appreciate that. Rough waters, but what can I say... they don't last forever. Thanks
Are you testing me?
Because I’m failing.
I’m withering. I try.
Do I not try to hold on with the tightest grip that I can?
Why can I not hear you?
Are you speaking?
Am I not listening?
Why will you not talk to me?
Your word says you uphold those who love you,
You won’t let them fall.
I’m falling
How can I hold on with your strength if you withdraw your presence from me?
Why does everything around me have corruption?
How long do I have to walk alone?
The only reason I can do what I want to is through you, and I can’t see you.
I can’t hear you.
What did I do to you?
What did I do?
Why are you doing this to me?
I don’t want to fail; I don’t want the enemy to laugh at me
Scream with every breath; lash out the thin air,
Try and see if it’ll make you feel any better.
I ask you these questions and it seems as if you just ignore me.
I love you, I’ve told you a thousand times
I can’t say ‘no’.
There’s no value in failure
No reward for the quitter
I’m loosing my grip. I’m loosing my expectancy
I don’t want to. I want to hang on
I’m only human, I’m only a man.
I see my lack, I see too much of it
Have I not honoured you?
Have I not tried to be faithful with my life?
I feel like I’m walking alone.
I don’t understand what I have to do to get your attention?
Jump up and down?
Scream until no more sound comes out?
Cry? Curse?
I wish you would just tell me
Tell me what you’re trying to get through
So I could learn rather than guess
What have I done?
If you give me nothing else,
Would you please just give me the strength to get through?
Have I not come to you?
Have I not been seeking your face?
Have I not been pushing through hard enough?
Do I not tell you that I love you in the morning, when you give me a brand new day?
Do I not sing to you? Am I not pleasing to you?
Your word isn’t sinking it. It’s failing to get through to me. Maybe I’m rejecting it. Maybe I’m not listening.
My confidence is fading.
My worth is clouded.
I’m finding it harder to find the words to say to you
I want to give your due praises
I miss you…
Because I’m failing.
I’m withering. I try.
Do I not try to hold on with the tightest grip that I can?
Why can I not hear you?
Are you speaking?
Am I not listening?
Why will you not talk to me?
Your word says you uphold those who love you,
You won’t let them fall.
I’m falling
How can I hold on with your strength if you withdraw your presence from me?
Why does everything around me have corruption?
How long do I have to walk alone?
The only reason I can do what I want to is through you, and I can’t see you.
I can’t hear you.
What did I do to you?
What did I do?
Why are you doing this to me?
I don’t want to fail; I don’t want the enemy to laugh at me
Scream with every breath; lash out the thin air,
Try and see if it’ll make you feel any better.
I ask you these questions and it seems as if you just ignore me.
I love you, I’ve told you a thousand times
I can’t say ‘no’.
There’s no value in failure
No reward for the quitter
I’m loosing my grip. I’m loosing my expectancy
I don’t want to. I want to hang on
I’m only human, I’m only a man.
I see my lack, I see too much of it
Have I not honoured you?
Have I not tried to be faithful with my life?
I feel like I’m walking alone.
I don’t understand what I have to do to get your attention?
Jump up and down?
Scream until no more sound comes out?
Cry? Curse?
I wish you would just tell me
Tell me what you’re trying to get through
So I could learn rather than guess
What have I done?
If you give me nothing else,
Would you please just give me the strength to get through?
Have I not come to you?
Have I not been seeking your face?
Have I not been pushing through hard enough?
Do I not tell you that I love you in the morning, when you give me a brand new day?
Do I not sing to you? Am I not pleasing to you?
Your word isn’t sinking it. It’s failing to get through to me. Maybe I’m rejecting it. Maybe I’m not listening.
My confidence is fading.
My worth is clouded.
I’m finding it harder to find the words to say to you
I want to give your due praises
I miss you…
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
The Guilt of Request...
To what extent does it make it wrong to request of the Lord? I've heard some far fetched requests from people that you wouldn't naturally expect God to grant, yet... I've seen these requests granted... Why is it that when I have a particular request before God I feel guilty about asking for it? But it's like asking your dad for money. You'd do it because there's no harm in asking, and if he says no, oh well, you've lost nothing. But with God you don't always hear an answer. Sometimes you just have to believe you've received what you've asked for, because after all, it IS biblical to do so. If God said it, then it's true. Plain and simple. But I wonder why I still feel guilty. What God has cannot be ran dry. His amount cannot be limited, and if others have done this and received then why can't I? Is there a legitimate reason why I would feel guilty? Where does that come from? I wonder if I would need to 'believe' for this to see it come to pass? Yet I don't want to feel guilty and have to 'explain' myself to God of why I want what I'm asking for. I've been brought up that if you want something, you save and buy it. Makes perfect sense, and perhaps because I want something I've been taught that YOU save and buy it, don't ask someone else to do it for you. Maybe that's why I feel guilty. Either way, I suppose there's no harm in asking. If you were a Father, or are, and you truly loved your child, what would you want to give Him or Her?
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Modest Appreciation; Thanks Girls!
I'm so thankful when I forget what it is like to live in constant lust because of walking advertisements for sexual fantasy. I see these moments as nothing but a reminder to appreciate modesty.
To all the girls in my life that choose modesty and do not feel the need to flaunt your bodies, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, sincerely, thank you so much. You have no clue how blessed we men are to rest from sexual struggle from girls who 'could' show off the bodies, but choose not to. Thank you God for implementing that in them; thanks to them for their obedience. It minimizes our struggles. I understand there's usually more going on than meets the eye, on the other hand. It may not necessarily be to 'flaunt' but it's perhaps it's more of a lack of self esteem, or an issue within a woman's own heart, that she would feel the need to showcase herself. A friend of mine has said this best, "Modest is Hottest". That stands all but too true in my life. Modest, gorgeous women is much more incredibly stunning than a woman with a body that screams for attention. Honestly, I am pleased of the eye candy, yet the intent is wrong, it's all wrong. The heart of a modest woman is so much more desireable. Truly, thank you.
To all the girls in my life that choose modesty and do not feel the need to flaunt your bodies, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, sincerely, thank you so much. You have no clue how blessed we men are to rest from sexual struggle from girls who 'could' show off the bodies, but choose not to. Thank you God for implementing that in them; thanks to them for their obedience. It minimizes our struggles. I understand there's usually more going on than meets the eye, on the other hand. It may not necessarily be to 'flaunt' but it's perhaps it's more of a lack of self esteem, or an issue within a woman's own heart, that she would feel the need to showcase herself. A friend of mine has said this best, "Modest is Hottest". That stands all but too true in my life. Modest, gorgeous women is much more incredibly stunning than a woman with a body that screams for attention. Honestly, I am pleased of the eye candy, yet the intent is wrong, it's all wrong. The heart of a modest woman is so much more desireable. Truly, thank you.
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