Hi. I hurt you. I cause you pain. I turn back to you.
I return. I turn to You,
away from my sin.
Tag: obedience
Devil scared poem
The devil is not scared of me, but he quakes in his boots because of You.
Devil’s not scared of me. But he quakes in his boots at the sight of You.
the devil is not scared of me, but he quakes in his bones at the thought of You.
You are at my back. You back me as long as I face You.
I follow the paths You lead me on. And the devil quakes in fear.
he tries to distract me, Disrupt me, delude me.
decondition and destroy me.
he quakes and fears You.
You defeated him with Your words, And he had to leave and obey.
You resisted and he left. He could not stay.
You pushed Yourself to the limit, to the limits of our flesh.
You saw the extremes, You walked them. You walked beyond them.
You know us and understand us. You are and have been us.
He quakes and fears because of You.
He deceives deludes, distracts, destroys but
You guard me.
You protect me. You preserve me.
I reside in Your hand and You shelter me.
You walk with me that I must seek You too.
God respects me
You let me wonder where I will,
You respect my choices.
You let me wonder where I want,
You respect my choices.
You will let me wander where I wish,
You respect my choices.
You let me wander,
You respect my choices.
when I wander close to You,
when my wandering heart leads me back to You,
You respect my choices.
You respect me.
You respect the gifts You’ve given me.
I do it for
I do it for myself and my well runs dry.
I do it for myself and my pen runs out of ink,
my voice grows course and cracked.
I do it for myself and my
ideas die,
energy fades and
crashes.
I do it for my own glory and
it tarnishes.
When I do it for You,
I shine;
I shine Your light.
When I do it for You, the ideas are abundant and beautiful.
When I do it for You, the pen never stops flowing.
The well overflows with
ideas, and creativity, and joy,
and sorrow, and ecstasy, and pain, and inspiration.
When I do it for You the energy never runs out.
I’m always full.
When I do it for myself, my energy runs down.
I whither.
I run dry.
I die.
This is the Good News
Half relationship, Half mission.
This is the Gospels.
relationship with Jesus, and
admission from Him, to us.
This is the Gospels.
This is the good news: that the God
who made all things, and every person
cares
about us.
This is the good news: that He cares enough about us, and
respects us enough, to give us
Choices.
God respects our choices.
He respects us enough to
let us have what
we choose.
Chains bound poem
The chains that bound me
though they’re different than they used to be
different different than they used to be.
But yet, they’re still the same.
Different than they used to be,
different than they used to be.
The chains that bound me are different than they used to be,
but yet they’re still the same.
Cracks man
A man sold for so little,
he could pay for himself,
he has a foundation.
When he himself has cracks, nothing else stands.
—
I cannot pay my own way,
I cost too much. I’m worth more
than I could hope to afford.
Am I cheap enough that I could buy me?
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
Martin Write 