Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Who I Am

I'm not a toy, a trophy or a tool.
I am a rare gem, a diamond, a jewel.
I'm not a mat for you to wipe your feet,
Or a thermostat for you to yank up the heat.
I won't be defined by what's in my past.
I won't hide behind the shadow you cast.
I am my own person, creative, unique,
An elegant sculpture, a beautiful antique.
I am forgiven, washed clean from head to toe.
I use the faith that He let me borrow.
I am a compliment to the atmosphere.
I will not destroy who I see in the mirror.
I hold a secret weapon in my heart,
A bond so strong you can't pull us apart.
A power so mighty and divine,
A gift unwrapped that is solely mine.
This weapon I use will never fail.
It's the air I breathe, and the air I exhale.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

My Child

Your hands are small compared to mine,
While you're wishing on stars, I'm making them shine.
Your eyes see clouds, mine see past,
Everything you do, I can surpass.
Why do you question as if I don't know?
You act like my presence is but a shadow.
I am the Way, the Truth and the Light,
Your flickering flame, I can ignite.
Open wide, I will fill you up.
Take this bread, drink the wine from my cup.
There's nothing else that can satisfy you more.
You're the one my heart yearns for.
My grace is sufficient for every mistake.
There's abundant comfort for every heartache.
Come, lean on me and I'll hold you strong.
In my kingdom is where you belong.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Perservere

I'm crying out with a roaring plea.
Though I'm perplexed i do not quit.
My hands are raised and I'm bowed to one knee.
Releasing all that I've kept secret.

My streaming tears leave a path of stain.
I call upon my shield, the lifter of my head,
Begging for Him to take away my pain,
To cover me in the blood that He shed.

He is my refuge and strength, my help in time of need.
Holding my hand through every trial and test,
Healing my wounds when they bleed,
In Him i find my comfort and rest.

Though my world's a chaotic smear,
I take the shield of faith and begin to fight.
All the darkness begins to sear,
While I'm holding His hand tight.

As the tears begin to subside,
And the peace settles in,
My soul no longer tries to hide,
The beauty within.

I emerge from the past that led me astray,
And shake oppression from my heart.
I humble myself and pray,
And thank Him for my fresh start.