Feeling Poetic

Again, something I wrote a while back. Short and simple. A revelation of the Cross. Here ya go.

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Drop of red slipping down Your cheek,

Blood, sweat, and tears flowing.

Crying out in purest love,

The Father's heart groaning.

Veins pumping through nail-punctured hands,

Splinters scraping Your whip-scarred back.

Hanging on a tree for me,

All for joy without lack.

Forsaking Your lovingkindness,

I choose to stumble in the dark.

Yet You say I'm worth it,

Every bloody mark.

I see the world as ash,

As I wonder what true beauty means.

Without a word You answer,

But with a vision that gleams.

A love so pure screaming,

This is not duty.

You whisper in my ear,

This is true beauty.

Secret Place

This is a short post I wrote a while back during my time in the Fire in the Night internship at IHOP-KC (International House of Prayer - Kansas City). I've posted this before on Facebook, but I thought I'd start up this here blog thingy whatchyamicallsit and give you all something to read before I get some new material on here.

This is a glimpse into my 'secret place' where it's just me and God. So, for those of you who haven't read this yet, enjoy.

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Sit at the river bank. The trees tower above green with leaves. Hear the water rushing, swirling, flowing by, crisp and clear. Fall back and lie flat. Stare at the sky through the canopy. White puffs float across the blue expanse in those odd yet familiar shapes. Be still. Enjoy the shade. Done resting? Good. Let’s swim, shall we? Dive in. Let the cool clean liquid slip and slide around you. Feel the rush. Don’t get carried off and away. This is your place. Yes you can wander, but not too far. This is your place. Find some smooth flat stones and go for a skip, plip, and a plop. Try for 5. 10. Go for that log floating by. Nice. 

Ok. Story time. Come and sit. Cross-legged at My feet. This time I’ve got a special tale for you. It’s about a boy who never felt he fit in no matter where he was or how hard he tried. He was alone, or so he thought, for a long time. Oh but wait, it gets better. One day he discovered something. What did he discover? Well, that he was never alone all this time and that he would never be alone ever again. All he had to do was close his eyes and come here. He could rest under the tree in the shade or swim in the flowing creek or just sit by Me on this bench here and talk to Me. He could ask Me anything. Sometimes he didn’t even need to say anything. He just had to be here. Sometimes I would just sit and listen and smile. Sometimes we’d have a good laugh or maybe a good cry. Sometimes I would remind him of how much I love him. Sometimes I wouldn’t have to. But I would anyway. That’s all for right now. Time for rest. Peace in the shade. Listen to the birds. Beautiful, no?

Night falls. Sit by the water and watch the wavering reflection of the big white ball in the sky. Fall back and lie flat. Gaze into the distance and watch the flickering of the stars. The fire-flies that flew too high and got stuck in the sky. No, that’s just silly. It’s much more intricate and amazing than that. I’ll lay by you. Want to know their names? You can fall asleep, it’s ok. Would you like Me to wake you to watch the sunrise? It’s really quite extraordinary. In the meantime you can sleep. Dream. Maybe we’ll meet again in your dream. It may be a different place, but just know you can come back anytime. I’ll be waiting.