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  • 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.

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  • Rest

    Rest is hard. Rest is a weapon. Rest is a command.

    Rest is not laziness. Rest only follows real effort and work.

    rest

    is restoration

    rest is a command.

    Rest is worship when done right.

    rest is for our renewal.

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    rest is not

    constant movement, rest is not

    doing everything.

    rest is a command.

    It is not a suggestion.

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  • 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.

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  • balance

    I must find a balance, but I am not the juggler.

    I am but clay. I am molded by the Clay-Maker.

    I’m molded by the One who made me.

    He knows what He made me for, and He wants to

    work with me, but still

    respects that I have choice, and

    respect that He knows what He made me for.

    Do I respect what I was made for?

    -Do I honor what I was made for?

    –Do I honor who I was made for?

    —Do I care what I was made for?

    I want to.

    I try to.

    I care.

    I want to work with my maker.

    I want to be what He wishes me to be.

    I want to be what He desires of me.

    I want to give Him what He desires of me.

    He has given me so much. How can I give Him less?

    There are things I could give–that He does not care for–That He does not want.

    There are things I could give that he would actively discard.

    Things I give, not because I want to, but because I’m supposed to.

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    He wants a choice. He wants to be chosen.

    So he gives us options. What do we choose?

    Do we listen to Him?

    Do we obey– or do we choose something else?

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  • 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

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  • distracted

    I allowed delay to happen,

    I got distracted from my purpose.

    the tasks of the day/ filled my mind with a hazes

    and I did not do you called me for.

    I did not focus on your kingdom,

    I did not do the tasks you gave me.

    I was confused by the every day, by the ephemeral solid world around me–

    Not the truth of You.

    I wandered away distracted,

    I felt overwhelmed with what I must do. I tried to handle it alone.

    And I did not trust in You

    I confess my arrogance; I confess my mistakes; I’ve been selfish, and gluttonous, and lustful to the brim.

    I’ve been arrogant and prideful. I thought I could do everything on a whim.

    I was wrong, Dear Lord. I come back humble and broken.

    Again, learning the mistake I’ve done

    10,000 times before.

    I hope to not make it any more. I pray to not make any more.

    To let you work in my life, to let you handle things–

    it goes so much better, so much smoother,

    when I do.

    I know that!

    I’ve experienced it.

    I can do nothing on my own.

    Even Jesus said it.

    If that’s true of him,

    It is definitely true of me.

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  • new friends

    Friend in Christ is found.

    a new opportunity abounds.

    a new sibling in the family,

    another life saved,

    I knew friendship for forever.

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  • new friend

    Friend comes to see me,

    all I have to do is be me.

    the masks, and the guards,

    the cultural petards,

    the spikes, and the diplomacy.

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  • missed

    He was supposed to come for a visit.

    I’m somewhat disappointed he missed it.

    There were no drink set, the house was a mess.

    Now all I do is fidget.

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  • Praise

    praise is a love language.

    God is love.

    it is a way He want to receive love.

    it is one of the ways God expresses love

    to praise

    to give admiration

    to admire

    in more than words though,

    in action,

    in offering,

    in dedication.

    actions of service:

    an action given in offering,

    where no one knows but you and God.

    This is praise too.

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