Wholeness isn’t about needing God less…

can it
Be
that You promise to make my heart
Still,
at the same time
As
You give Your consent to the stirring up of
Every
anxiety that hides beneath the surface of my tender
Little
heart? how can You make anything better, inviting every
Detail
to get as awful as it
May
…is there anything about You that makes sense? your best
Work
leaves me baffled, but healed.
Wholeness
isn’t about needing You less, but wanting You
More!

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What ifs might beat the rewards we find in bliss

What if You chose to make me
like You,
more than You chose to make
me pleased
with never feeling the need
to question
the sanity of Your behavior or
ask why
Your heart doesn’t agree
with mine.
Maybe change, when You
bring it,
is more useful
and precious
than a thousand days
of bliss
that never get me
any nearer
to Your heart than I was the
day before.

What can hold back Your light, Lord?

You let me live in darkness
that searches
and sifts my soul,
yet is there any possibility that
its taunts
could ever succeed
in holding back Your light?
I struggle in a fight
that reveals the weakness of
my greatest strength,
but can my struggles
obscure, for a moment,
Your strength?
Must I leave my eyes
upon the shattered remains
of my ability,
when nourishment waits for me
in the winsome
contemplation of Your Love’s
control of me?

You were…everything, every time

You had dreams for me
when my father didn’t.
You held me
when my mother couldn’t.
You saw me
when the one I liked didn’t.
You believed in me
when I didn’t know what I could be.
You stored Your heart in my chest
when the world told me I didn’t measure up.
You showed me what love looked like
when I thought only hate could endure.
You heard me
when my cries didn’t reach beyond a whisper.
You esteemed me
when Your love alone could make the difference for me.