Works Of A Wordsmith

Seems like so long since I came to You
Sat down with You
Spoke here with You
Listened to You

Feels like my ears have been all stopped up
Heart weighted down
Head so freaked out
Thoughts focused in

But somewhere within I still hear You speak
Inside all the noise
Your still, small voice
Whispering peace

Father, please save me from my willful self
Lift up my head
Pour out Your grace
Show me Your face

Most Holy Lord, please flow over me
Blood that redeems
Fire that refines
Word that renews

Change me beyond what I’m able to do
I cannot move
Still I can choose
Bowing to You

The sweetness of Your love touches my lips
And the flavor of grace lifts me
Out of the pit, out of the grave,
Out of the depths of my wandering heart.
You draw me close to Your heart again
(And again and again and again)
Waking my sleeping heart
From the stupor that has held me immobile
This last while…

When sorrow cuts deeper than words can express,
When everything weighs on my soul in distress,
When all that I am cries for someone to hear,
But I find I’m alone once again with my tears,
Still I know in the core of the darkness within
There is One who yet loves me and keeps me with Him.
There are so many times I give in to my doubt,
When I can’t see the light from within or without,
Yet truth must prevail, so I stand up again,
Rememb’ring He loves me in spite of my sin,
For beneath all the noise of the hurricane’s roar,
His voice rumbles through me in solid support.
For I’ve built upon Christ the foundational stone.
No storm can prevail for I know and am known
By the One who created the winds and the waves,
Who says, “Peace, be still,” as He reaches to save.
I still struggle to trust that His promise is true—
That the work He began, He’s yet going to do—
But my God keeps faith when I stumble and fall.
I may weep through the night, but then Joy comes to call.

Is like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night,
Sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace.

“I am the blanket enfolding you.
I am the warm stone beneath you.
I am the fire before you, providing light and heat.
I am the crackling flames and the singing wood being consumed—
I am the music in the silence.�

The light You bring can sometimes mean
Things come back round again.
New grief pours out and tears fall down
For once forgotten pain

Thought left behind and pushed aside,
And buried underground,
But my God ne’er forgot; Your mercy never stopped!
Once more I am undone.

Now seeds long carried, in anguish buried
In barren years called “wait”
Have taken root and show their fruit
In unexpected grace…

And maybe, Lord, I’m learning more
The depth of grief denied—
The sadness deep, the tears I weep
Now ambush me inside.

Please, wash through me till finally
I turn once more to You.
Let grief be done; give me Your song
And heal my heart anew.

Broken—
Sliced open
By living, breathing Sword.
Pierced through
By Your truth—
Divided and restored.
No guise,
In Your eyes,
Can hide my heart from You.
I stand
By Your hand—
Sustained, alone, by You.

Hebrews 4:12,13  “¹² For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. ¹³ And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are naked and open to the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.â€?

Toward the risen Son I set my face
To see Your glory in this holy place,
To hear the voice of Truth within my heart,
To move within the grace that bids me start
Each new day with mercies unforetold,
Except that they eternally unfold.

We are restless, Lord.
Uncomfortable with the status quo,
Tired of business as usual,
Yet unsure of where to go from here.

Holy God!
Make us aware again,
Not of what You can give us,
But of WHO YOU ARE!
Stir in our breasts an earnest longing
For a knowing rather than a hearing,
For a revealing beyond a mere teaching.

It is no longer enough
To have walked in Your precepts before,
Or to have felt Your brief touches before.
Yesterday’s manna is no longer sufficient
For us, Your children.
We need the Bread of Life—every day!
We need the Living Water—every day!

We need the Light of Your presence…
When we wake in the morning,
When we sit down to eat,
When we rise up from the table,
When we walk in the world,
When we talk with our neighbors,
When we lie down to sleep in Your arms…

O Lord,
Thank you
For not letting us be complacent…

Words
Sharp fragments
Embedded in the mind
Cutting into imagination
Until it bleeds frustration
Vision breaks apart
Distorted by intellect

Words
Concepts confined
Into tiny lines and curves
Doorways to a broader reality
Barriers to the same
Visible pathways to
Invisible truth
If walked carefully, correctly

Words
Healing, soothing
Bandages on broken heart
Medicine for wandering mind
Bridging the gap between the two
Intellect withdraws
Vision reunites, reignites

Words
Just words, but
Integral to heartfelt communication.