Weary

Lord,
I come before you, tired,
for day to day,
it all seems the same.
Everything, from the weather
to what I do,
sucks out the little energy I have.
I have gotten away from you, once again,
trying to strike out on my own,
I have neglected my energy source.

God,
Why have I not visited your pasture of rest,
or sat under the shadow of your peace?
Why have I ignored your fountain of love,
or looked past your banquet of joy?

You would think I would have learned my lesson by now.
Distance with you just leads to weariness,
and life becomes bland.

God,
lead me back to your presence,
let me drink deep of your grace,
and find rest in the fullness of your presence.

Wash

Why is it Lord,
that we feel so far from you?
We feel you're out of our reach,
when you have never left our side.
Help us realize, Lord,
you are always near and come to you
to be washed white as snow.

The world is broken
and drifting far away,
from the perfect creation,
you made in the first place.
You hear the cries of your creation,
pleading, "Wash it all away."

People are dying,
around the world.
Children are crying,
for they have no home.
Yet we walk in our little bubbles,
while the rest of the world begs,
"Wash it all away."

We ignore the poor,
and the hungry.
We are way too busy,
to give them our time.
The homeless freeze on the street,
while we sit in warmth and eat fancy treats.
Silent prayers rise up to heaven,
asking, "wash it all away."

We focus on ourselves,
turning our backs to the world,
for we cannot deal with ourselves.
Running from the fear of exposure,
of the imperfect person hidden inside.
Running day to day,
never stopping to look in the mirror,
to see the silent tears beneath our eyes.
As we kill our own hearts,
our soul is screaming,
"wash it all away."

God,
may we lay our pain and fear,
at the foot of your cross,
bringing before you our own brokenness,
and bowing before your great righteousness.
May we hear your quiet words whispered to our souls,
"Jesus' blood has washed it all away."

Heartbeat

God,
why are you so good to me?
I do not deserve anything you have given me,
yet you continue to bless me with even more.

I could never thank you enough,
for picking up the pieces of my broken heart,
and making me whole once again.
You helped me find,
the rhythm of my own heartbeat.
I had gone for so long trying to live,
according to the rhythm of society,
but in the process ended up killing my own heart.

God,
you set me free from myself,
so I could find what my heart truly beats for.
You helped uncover the passion I had buried deep within.
You helped me realize that the sounds of my own heartbeat,
beats for you.

God,
I look around and see the stress and sadness,
of those who have forgotten their own heartbeat.
Why are we so eager to kill our own hearts,
for things that do not last?
We bury our passions and joys to get ahead in this world,
all the while, the heart weeps,
for it wants to beat to the rhythm,
You have created it to.

God,
Why can't we let go of control?
Why are we so afraid of the freedom you bring?

Lord,
Help me, God!
Let my life be an example,
of someone who dances to the rhythm,
of my true heartbeat.

Words

Words can never seem enough,
to express my love fore you.
You bought me from my brokenness,
and put together the shattered pieces of my heart.
You found me in my loneliness,
and reassured me you are always near.
You caught me in my foolishness,
and taught me about your wisdom and justice.
You search me out in my sinfullness,
and sacrificed yourself to set me free.

All you have done for me,
I could never, ever repay,
and my words seem to fall short,
of any way to sing your praise.
Yet, when words fail,
my soul begins to move,
in rhythm with your creation,
which always sings praises to you.

Flowers and trees have no words,
but they dance for joy in your presence.
The rocks and mountains cannot speak,
yet their presence testifies to your majesty.
The stars, which sparkle in the darkened skies,
radiate in awe of your loving grace.
Creation may not have words to express,
yet they all find a way to sing your praise.

So next time my words seem to fall short,
of expressing what my soul is crying.
I'll stop and listen to creation,
and realize that the biggest way to sing God's praise,
is by living every moment in worship of God

Shadow

Why is it so easy,
to get bogged down in the muck and mire?
No matter how life's going,
the dirt always seem to pull me down.
I I try so hard,
too keep my head above the mud,
only to lose focus and find myself sinking.
It is like the light of day,
being swallowed by the darkest night.

Why is it so easy,
to focus on the things we can't do,
instead of on the freedom that God has given?
What are we so eager,
to wrap ourselves up in the chains of sin,
which Jesus' blood has taken off of us?
Why do we strive each and every day,
to be gods in our own lives,
only to fall and realize we cannot be in control?

The bigger picture can never be grasped,
as we stare at the shadows of our lives.
Turn around, look up, and realize,
that our shadow proves that God is lighting the way,
we are just looking in the wrong direction.

Cries for Love

Stop...
Listen...
Can you hear,
the sound of the tears,
shed by broken hearts?
Come with me,
I'll help you see,
the silent cries for love.

Let's walk down a busy street,
not really sure of who we will meet.
See in that alley, the little body,
of someone who has ran away from home.
Leaving behind all that is familiar,
to live on the street where drugs, rape & other dangers abound.
Can you imagine they run to someplace safer?
You can see that little body shaking in the cold,
but can you hear their silent cries for love?

Walk a little further, to a different part of town,
and you'll notice all the houses are small and the same.
Into the government housing area, we have come,
and you'll see the children playing around.
Yet beneath the temporary smiles on their face,
you'll find the fears of lies embraced.
Parents in jail, addicted to drugs or abusive,
the truth in their lives is very elusive.
For society tels them that they can succeed,
if they work hard enough to overcome their place.
Yet those that do are pushed right back down,
by the structures of racism, which are still around.
Told they aren't good enough, lazy, or misled,
we wonder why they turn to violence instead.
Those kids in the margin, you can see their pain,
but can you hear their silent cries for love?

One more place to visit,
I hope you will hear
the resounding cries for love filling the air.

We walk much further,
out of the city and across the way.
We come to an area,
where the houses aren't all the same.
Yet they are big and with three car garages,
you'll find more wealth than you would normally imagine.
The kids are in school wearing the newest fad,
carrying ipods, cell phones, or newest gadgets.
All seems good,
who could ask for more?
But below the surface,
you will find something more.
Parents so caught up in their work,
their kids don't get their time.
Tremendous pressure to succeed,
for that proves their worth.
Fear of making a mistake,
and disappointing their parents.
Being set-up for failure, because all they do,
is strive to be perfect, which no one can do.
All the things they own, the money they have,
cannot fill the emptiness the kids feel inside.
The pressure and stress beat down upon their bodies,
can you hear their silent cries for love?

The journey has ended,
I hope you were able to see,
the cries of the kids,
crying out, "Love me."
kids are being abandoned by society's values,
who see them as profits instead of humans.

Who will step in,
to hear and fill the need,
of the world's children,
who's hearts are crying, "Love me."