*Sigh...*

Sometimes, I really wish this life wasn't so hard. However, that's not reality. There are times when I am utterly and completely content with what God has given me, right in that moment; but, there are other moments when I stray from His plans, and lose track of what really matters. Those are the times when I feel lonely, and melancholy.

Everything that has been going on is all so distracting! Money, grades, work, friends, and mixed up emotions! And every time I seem to be at a good place with God, one of those distractions pop up! I know that God is there to listen when I need someone to talk to, when I need to confess my mistakes, to take the burden from me, but I'm finding it hard to do so. Why is it so hard to go to my knees and pray to my Father! Why do I want things that can't provide for me like He can?

Abba, Father! Help me!

Dare to Reach

Hands lifted, reaching for You,
releasing all my fear and doubt.
I'm falling down before You
and as my knees hit the floor,
all this confusion falls away.

The dark ones I once feared
are now cowering in a corner.
They thrash their teeth in a desperate attempt
to make me stumble,
but I can taste their fear.

There on my knees, my head bowed low,
I am strengthened by Your light.
There's nothing they can do now-
nowhere they can hide.
This battle has begun.

As each of us gathers,
His army grows stronger.
Our voices blend into one
as the trumpets sound the charge.
His light is our armor, and prayer our sword.

"Dare to reach out your hand into the darkness, to pull another hand into the light."
~Norman B. Rice

Dead Man

Oh, Save me Lord!
I'm bleeding from the inside,
My body racked with pain, but
I'm just a dead man.

The heat of my aversion
Spills onto the floor
And leaves me there insensate
Lying on the carpet.

A lifeless lump I lay there,
My ardor a cold and chordate lump.
That tumor's left inside, and I
Can't find a heartbeat

Please let Your message fill my lungs
With words as soft as zephyrs.
Only the sound of Your voice can
Make me breathe.

No more will I lay there
Just the same as before.
Fashion me, a new creation,
I want to be a new man!

This rough and dirty pile of clay
Sits there distorted and ashamed.
I'm ready for your muse, cause I'm
Tired of the old one.

My aim has been self-serving,
Futile aspirations lead me here.
You know what You are doing, so
Out with the old plan!