Showing posts with label christianity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christianity. Show all posts

Monday, 11 May 2015

What Else To Do?

What Else To Do?

I think, Lord, of heaven
I think, Lord, of You
I think, Lord, of Mother
What else to do?
In a world so restless,
This heart swims with fear
Of the false light it offers
In the new age, nothing is dear
Then what else to do truly?
But contemplate on God
To know His army in heaven
Saved by His Mighty Rod
What else to do truly?
But break each day for our kin
To profess heaven and be a witness
To His throne that overcame sin
What else to do, Lord?
But give praise to the Living God
With angels and saints, sing! Glorifying Him
'Til our voices unheard to ourselves
Let our cups overflow to the brim
What else to do, Lord?
But bring my heart
Leave everything behind
Then the new creation
Start

March 22, 2015

Pride

Pride

How much is it 
To break a man's heart
Until it turns ice cold?
A thin slip of ice over Grace
Can crystallize deep
Without the Blessing of Water
How much is it
To temper acold a man's heart
Until it turns to steel?
Layers of rust
Moves deeper and deeper
To cover the Blood of Life
Some hearts more clear than others
Cracks of the glorious fight
Lay visible to the eye
Some hearts opaque with darkness
As if it has long been made
Of coldness...not flesh
How much, oh how much Mother,
Can a man's heart
Grow hard in pride
As if love never entered
Mother, how much vanity 
Can a man's heart hold onto
Until the thorn
Pierces His soul deep 
And it cries for salvation
Or has it already?
For in the beginning,
Pride was our sin
And in generations henceforth;
Pride is passed on 
And oh, how it calls upon its friends
From the abyss
To lead astray 
In our dark intellects
Play questions that strive to stir our hearts
To rid of the Light of Love
How they play Mother,
How they play...
Even promises of salvation
Can be clouded with pride
"To be a saint"
My lips dare say
The evil one offers
My name resound in generations to come
How vain of me, my Lord
To think of such enticing
How vain, my Lord
Forgive me...
Forgive us...
For breaking ourselves for ourselves
In Your word, we lean not
And when graced, how soon
We turn to stone
And hold onto Your merciful blessings
As our making
Can we Lord be deserving still of You?
Can we Lord still deserve to return Home?
Oh sing thy heart, then sing!
Stir up the Living Water in thy soul
Cry for the Lord and lay your case
For He'll rather have You that
Than you be lifeless of indifference
How hard can a heart be
Tell me...
How hard can one's heart be
Brother, sister, how hard can your heart be?
If the Lord shall give you signs
That you ask,
Still, doubt pierces your heart.
Then you ask again with a vain heart.
His most pure heart, you pierce
And He bleeds, He bleeds
To cleanse your never-ending iniquity
With His love
How much more do you pierce Him
With your hard heart
Until you're satisfied?
Each time, you will to make heavy
The heart no longer flesh
Until it sinks to darkness.
Where has your pride taken you
But to death, each day
Here and now,
You choose...
Break and be alive!
Alive in Him

April 26, 2015

All That's Left Is...

All That's Left Is...

Borne of water
My soul...
The name You've written
On Your hand
Springing forth from
A thousand thoughts of dreams
At last You call!
Happy thy heart
How peaceful thy soul
To serve its Maker
On a mission bound for Home
As poor as I am, Lord
You've shone Your Majesty
And shared with me thy Mother's wisdom
Left in arms of angels and saints 
To realize then
Much love You've given me
All that's really left is 
To share it

April 25, 2015

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Have I Loved?

Have I Loved?

Tell me...
Have I loved lately?
Through the briars, pricked my heart to love
Tell pray...
Soon as the burst of light
Fills to the brim
Have I loved?
Too soon, we pull from thorns
Scathe from shadows past
Wallow in collection of self-indulgence 
Pray tell!
Have I loved?
In this cycle, we feed none
But the weeds of pride
'Til thorns grow round the heart
Letting no love in, nor love out
What then lives?
What then dies?
Take apart the heart 
To save what is left 
As each compartments grow small
In its love
Half a heart given,
Half of half shall return
Until thorns grow hard and thick
Like corundum
Yet corrodes easily in spite
Like chalk
What then is left?
What then is gone?
What then...is love?

I pray, Lord, should my heart
Give way to hardness
That you break it to pieces 
Wet the debris with Your grace 
And mould it once more in Your healing
Then I shall say to You,
Oh Merciful God!
"I am saved by Love!"
Saved from the pride
Saved from the thorns
Saved from myself
Most Gracious, Most Gracious...
Should fear take hold 
And shackles bind my mouth
Let me smell Your Mother's roses
To remind me of You
Let my heart be as fearless as Yours
To choose Love each time,
To take in the wrath and hurt of others,
Lift them up to the Father
And it shall be gone
Then, oh then, My Lord
My lips dare say,
"Ah..."
"I have loved..."


Written October 12, 2014
Finished October 23, 2014