Where Your Mind Go

Where You Mind Go

Just remember this my friend
where your mind go
your body will follow.
A man can see
before he must be.
But friend what is your imagination?
Do you see yourself as great or small?
then surely you will fall
for the lie that kills
that allows the truth to be born
still
unless you use your will
to meet The King
and stand on that hill
fully planted upon solid Rock.

Spring of Living Water

Sping of Living Water

The Spring of living water
tramples the dust,
makes it nothing.
That which was a cloud 
of doom,
doomed to be no more.
Heal me with water
that springs into a fountain
and floods the wasteland.
Shower me with the tears
of the storm, 
that revive the sould and give life.
When uncertainty rises over the horizon
to exact its revenge
then the water rushes through,
sweeps it out of view.

Spring forth,
and make all things new.

This Thorne

This Thorn

It is perfect
This thorne in my side
at first I denied to smile
Through this thorn
in my eyes.
The wait is long
now I cannot see
my hope grew strong.
So to God I sing
a new song
Now I know
where I belong.
Since I surrendered
I can sense this great love
the plans I had for me
no longer convinces me
Now it is His great plan
that qualifies me.

Blessed Life

 Blessed Life

Everything worthwhile is up hill
and the Son shines there the brightest.
A blessed life gives life,
abundantly,
continually,
without fail.
A blessed life lets you follow
a stream of comfort when you are low
and makes your faith grow and grow.
It lets you leave the darkness behind
to follow the light.
It takes you from the end
and brings you to a newness
you could never comprehend,
unless you had seen it.
Your problem meets your best life,
with your blessed life,
cries with joy and surrenders all.
At the core is the source of all life
and whatever you lose
will come right back to you.
That is a blessed life.
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Convicted

Convicted

I feel
disturbed.
No perturbed.
And cannot get no peace.
Even in this moment
I seek some relief.
I know I am not forsaken 
but somehow...
but this bile rising
cannot be mistaken
for the bickle I had partaken.
No.
I feel the burden
weighed down with guilt
pricked in the heart
I dear not fall asleep.
Instead I must go forth
to change this thing
take out the sting
so I can be forgiven.

In My Weakness

I felt the stab
sharper than the sword 
that knows no limit
the sword of the Spirit.
I am weak!
I cried 
and fell
to my knees.
Sufficient He is
so here I will rest awhile,
while
He carries me.
A burden too great
for anybody else.
I will lay here on this table here so
while He puts me back together again
removes the thorn
tormenting me.
What if I cried 
into laughing
knowing 
there is power in my weakness?

Battle scars

Battle Scars

Your battle scars 
say who you are.
Have none?
Then you have not learned 
a thing worth learning.
Or perhaps, 
you try to hide them.
Ashamed with a sense of disgrace
that you were bested.
Fear not,
though your scars are alot
they are your testimonies 
that you survived,
they anoint your flesh
reminding you of the tests
that have made you your best
in a world where sorrow
obscures many a tomorrows.
So wear them proudly,
They your purple hearts.