The lies I believe, cannot stand before the Face of God.
His love shines through,
it breaks the glue
that binds me to deceit.
Lies cannot stand before Him.
They flee and fall–
disintegrate…
The things my mind does brings them back.
we learn
sins we learn
again, and again,
truths
you’ve heard–that never sink in;
the bindings and loosings,
the Gordian knot–
The lessons we learn
still must be taught
My gasoline
I walk in seasons of joy. I walk in seasons of pain
I feel you there beside me.
I feel you fill me again.
you are the oil of my engine,
You are my gasoline.
you are the wick of my candle.
I am here that you can be seen.
I’m here so
you will be seen.
I am here so you will be seen.
Volunteer
I fill the cracks around me.
I am a volunteer.
I nurture hope beside me.
I foster
notes of music and beats
of drums. I am a new
student beginning
under Christ’s authority
submit wrote written
to lay under authority,
to trust
completely.
Gluttony poem
Cookies
gluttony is my sin
at least it has been for a while.
We talk of all the others, but not
That one. Why
is that?
Truth or lies poem
truth or lies I’m standing in
they resonate beneath my skin.
I’ve known my doubt,
I’m filled with fear.
it rings in me from ear to ear.
From my toes to my head I feel like I’m drowning.
Yet I stand in You.
You have me surrounded in Your Light and Your Glory and Your Joy tries to reach me.
Your peace feels just out of reach, Beyond the clouds of haze and confusion.
The fear, I know not from where, that fills me to the roots of my hair
paralyzed to move,
afraid to make a sound,
to move will make it worse.
Indecision abounds.
walking with Christ
I take steps in Christ. I walk back and forth
I learn to walk again on legs that
can’t go forth.
I learned this new skill I learned this new thing
as I learn to walk again,
a new way of moving,
a new way to attend my faith and my will.
A new way to Be.
this skill of walking with these things of legs.
These things at the ends of my limbs
as I take steps for the first time, it
should have happened years ago and
yet it still feels new.
I stumble and fall
and I cracked my head.
I cry and hurt, and I see that I’ve bled.
The alcohol and weed are the things I use to soothe my pain.
To ease the wound,
to try to wrap it up again. As I walk in Jesus, I cry to You instead.
You are my peace and my comfort.
You heal the wounds better than I ever could. Walking with You
is harder than before. Walking with You
Means going through a door of challenge and difficulty and hardship
I will never guess.
All I know is it’s not easy.
And it’s a skill. I confess
there are times I want it easy. There are times I want it not to be
and yet it’s better to walk with You,
to follow in Your footsteps. It’s better to walk in You,
to cling to Your side
though it makes and shatters my pride.
shared mourning
We gather together to mourn.
It matters not where you’re born.
The grief is shared
we show that we care
for the loss of one hurts us all.
new spiral
My mind needs something
else to spiral on. Not
my worries or my concerns or my fears. Focus
on the Word of God. Scripture memory
is better
Martin Write 