Walls.
Everyone has them
builds them
fortifies them
and hides behind them.
But every so often
you meet someone,
and a certain someone,
and you let your walls thin,
and thin,
and maybe shorten a little.
But then there are those
who don't wait
and simply leap over the wall,
and tear it down from the inside out.
We weren't made to live with walls.
So why do we
have them
build them
fortify them
and hide behind them?
We think it's for safety.
To protect ourselves
from getting hurt.
But we end up
locking ourselves
in our own miserable prison.
So what about when
you know you shouldn't live with
walls
but walls are all you know?
Worse yet,
what about when you
might know
more than just walls in your life,
maybe you've experienced
the freedom
the liberty
of living without walls
at a certain
point
in time -
- but upon being hurt,
walls rebuild themselves
without any effort on
your part.
Then you realize
they are there,
but you lack
any desire
to tear them down.
What then?
08.26.15
I simply desire to share my poems in hopes that they will inspire and encourage my readers. The poems are mostly based on my experiences and reflections on life, typically pondering God's involvment in some aspect or another.
26 August 2015
16 August 2015
Grand Canyon: Grand God
Clean.
Put together.
Dressed to the nines
in a shiny white tuxedo
sitting on Your throne
overlooking the workings
of the world.
Leaving us to live our lives,
gently nudging us
and intervening when we lose our way.
But otherwise apart
and "upstairs."
This is the God I once knew.
Raw.
Powerful.
Bold.
Coming down the clouds with fire.
Messy.
Real.
Deep.
Huge.
Moving and working in ways
both we can and cannot understand
Transforming lives
from broken to whole
from sinful to righteous
from glory to glory
in grace upon grace.
God Almighty
Lord of all
but able to be called
Abba, Father
This is the God I now know.
The latter is the God who has shown Himself to me.
The latter is the God I know to be true.
Even if I live where people know the former;
Our speech does not define You.
Misty
08.16.15
Put together.
Dressed to the nines
in a shiny white tuxedo
sitting on Your throne
overlooking the workings
of the world.
Leaving us to live our lives,
gently nudging us
and intervening when we lose our way.
But otherwise apart
and "upstairs."
This is the God I once knew.
Raw.
Powerful.
Bold.
Coming down the clouds with fire.
Messy.
Real.
Deep.
Huge.
Moving and working in ways
both we can and cannot understand
Transforming lives
from broken to whole
from sinful to righteous
from glory to glory
in grace upon grace.
God Almighty
Lord of all
but able to be called
Abba, Father
This is the God I now know.
The latter is the God who has shown Himself to me.
The latter is the God I know to be true.
Even if I live where people know the former;
Our speech does not define You.
Misty
08.16.15
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