Lies and truth poem

I’m still going through that valley of addiction.

I can’t yet say I’m fully free,

but I see the path. I See the Light.

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I see the lies and truth

I heard some truth growing up,

but I also heard a lot of lies.

like the lie that “pornography is normal”;

that “pornography is healthy”

that’s a lie.

“pornography is good for exploring”

that’s another line.

stripping away the lies isn’t

the same as choosing to believe truth.

enough poem

I ain’t fast enough. I ain’t tough enough. I ain’t rough enough,

but I know Who Is.

I didn’t eat enough, I didn’t drink enough, I didn’t work enough

but I know Who does.

I didn’t rest enough, but I know who does. But I know who did.

Jesus is my King. Jesus is my Lord.

He didn’t just save me.

He rules my life

I gave him my cord.

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I ain’t fast enough. I Ain’t tough enough, I ain’t gruff enough,

but I know who is.

I ain’t funny enough, I ain’t wise enough, I ain’t smart enough.

But I know who is.

I ain’t stubborn enough, I ain’t stubborn enough, I ain’t thoughtful enough.

But I know who Is.

Jesus is my king. Jesus is my Lord.

He rules my life.

He lifts me high, He lifts me to Him

he lifts me high. He lifts me to Him.

Finding Christ

I look around, I wonder where You are.

I see You on the horizon, waving.

I looked down, and realize I am off the path.

You stay where You were. You did not leave me.

I left You. I wandered away.

I’m the one that must return.

You are steadfast and faithful. You are loyal and true.

my nature is faithless. But you make me new

I am beginnings 1

I am beginnings

I am a challenge overcome

I am victorious because of the Son

I am a child of my King

I am His joy and His delight

I am a royal offspring grafted in and fruitful, I hope to ever be

I hoped to be a prism for His light

I hope to build what I can

I hope what I build stands

in my own effort is nothing, with Your help is all.

the master craftsman leads me.

I answer and obey His call. I do not understand it. I do not know where He leads

I feel at a loss for words. I feel at a loss for these:

comprehension, understanding, the boundaries of the world,

my flesh, my sense of self,

the limits of who I love.

my hatred, my debauchery, my lust: I bid you goodbye.

my hope, my connection, My peace: I bet you welcome.

my Christ, my King, I am Yours.

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Christ receives me, catches the ball

I fall

tumbling end over end

I remind myself of this

it columns the fear

dear of disobedience

dear of large acts of faith

fear of joy

fear of change

fear of loss

I am in his hands. Faith early

Faith is wings unfurling

stepping off a cliff

waiting for the wind to catch you

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I seek the truth when ever I can,

wherever that may lead.

I have found him and he has a name:

CHRIST

I am victorious through him,

against this evils of the world. Through him I am strong

through him I am alive

through him I am free busted out of chains.

Through him I am free of condemnation,

the mire holds me no longer.