Love the World Like You Do

Your love made me;
It’s sustained me
Through the faded memories of years gone by.
It’s changed me;
Rearranged my life.
The pattern’s getting older:
I break myself and You mend me.
You hold me in Your arms, like a child.
Your baby girl.
And all the world will know what You’ve done for me.
Because how can I sit still,
In this world that’s freezing over,
Cause it keeps getting colder.
But Your warmth covers me.
And I desire to share it with the ice-world
This place has become.

Please take me.
You’ve saved me.
And now You want to save the world.
With Your son,
Holding my hand.
Draw me nearer to You.
Let me love the world like You do.
Let them sing Your praises.

Wash Me White

V1

When I’m hurt You are my comfort
When I’m down You are my joy
No matter where I am You hear me
No matter how I am You are.

(pre-chorus)

Sometimes I’m alright, Lord.
Sometimes I am just fine.
On occasion I am happy
But I need You desperately.
Will You wash me white?

(chorus)

So let Your healing rain.
Pour it down upon me,
Make it heavy.
Let Your healing rain.
Make it brisk,
Cause I need peace, now.

V2

When I’m lonely You’re my company
When I’m weary You’re my strength.
No matter when I sin You cleanse me.
No matter why, You raise me up again.

(pre-chorus)

(chorus 2x)

Worth

What now?
What’s worth the time?
What isn’t wasted?
What’s not a crime?
Is it worth the time to study?
Is it wasteful to speak?
Is wisdom not bound with sorrow?
When should I turn the other cheek?
Is anything worth my time?
Is anything not wasted?
When this pondering is finished
Will I decide that this, too, is wasted?

While my thoughts are infinite
And my answers are scarce,
I hold tight to the fact that God is always there.
Through my trials, temptations
Through my losses and gains
I remember that He is, was, and always will be the same.
Despite my careless feelings
Towards how life may turn out;
Despite peoples’ politics
And their impertinent shouts;
Despite the wisdom and folly
That confuse the whole earth,
God sent His only Son—
The One thing that holds worth.

Power and Beauty

Although the world is telling you lies every single day,
“Money is power, and bones are beauty”
God knows you are beautiful; He made you that way.
Riches don’t come from power; Beauty isn’t flesh.
The best reward one can receive had bruises bloodied on His face
And strikes stained on his chest.

Face Reality

Church is just a game to play.
We can hardly make it through Monday
Before we’re weary, careless, broken.
Somehow though we’re smiling Sunday.

Love isn’t just for the weekends.
Love isn’t just for the rich or the poor.
Love isn’t just for the joyful.
Love isn’t just for the ones who just mourn.
Love isn’t just for the weary.
Love isn’t just for the foreign.
Love isn’t just for the hearts that are broken.
Love isn’t just for Sunday.

Hypocrisy won’t save any souls.
Saying “God Bless You” won’t feed all the hungry.
Smiling through pain only adds some more tolls.
If we aren’t true we can’t face reality.

And some others

Most are songs, but some are poems. [side note] The last few are from last year. Don't worry :P [/side note].


Broken and Betrayed


I feel broken and betrayed.
But somehow still the same as yesterday.
Fine, just fine in every way,
But I know that I’ve been broken and betrayed.
I hear Your name; It comforts me.
I know I’ll make it through,
Somehow; Some way.
You’ll take away my pain.
You’ll take it all away.

She lied in every way.
She took my sin and played a game.
She rolled it like dice.
It’s like a needle in the hay.
I said “She’ll pay the price.”
But then I think about You and Your forgiveness.

I feel broken and betrayed.
But somehow still the same as yesterday.
Fine, just fine in every way,
But I know that I’ve been broken and betrayed.
I hear Your name; It comforts me.
I know I’ll make it through,
Somehow; Some way.
You’ll take away my pain.
You’ll take it all away.

He beats me to the ground.
He curses and spits in my face.
He slaps me again.
But I act like he’s renowned.
But my love he disdains.

I feel broken and betrayed.
But somehow still the same as yesterday.
Fine, just fine in every way,
But I know that I’ve been broken and betrayed.
I hear Your name; It comforts me.
I know I’ll make it through,
Somehow; Some way.
You’ll take away my pain.
You’ll take it all away.

I feel broken and betrayed.
But somehow still the same as yesterday.
Fine, just fine in every way,
But I know that I’ve been broken and betrayed.
I hear Your name; It comforts me.
I know I’ll make it through,
Somehow; Some way.
You’ll take away my pain.
You’ll take it all away.


Dizzying


It’s overwhelming.
Captivating.
The way You hold me.
I feel Your embrace.
It’s something different.
Something fragrant.
The way You move me.
I feel Your love.

It’s dizzying the way You are,
What You do to me.
How You seem to be.
It’s unfathomable, Your love.
The way You romance me.
Pull me closer.

It’s alluring.
Mesmerizing.
The way You touch me.
I feel Your breath.
It’s something unique.
Something pleasing.
The way You move me.
I feel Your love.

It’s dizzying the way You are,
What You do to me.
How You seem to be.
It’s unfathomable, Your love.
The way You romance me.
Pull me closer.

I need You.
I want You.
I feel You.
I hear You.
I need You.
I want You.
I have You.
I have You.

(repeat bridge)

It’s dizzying the way You are,
What You do to me.
How You seem to be.
It’s unfathomable, Your love.
The way You romance me.
Pull me closer.


His Nail-Pierced Hands


So this is what surrender looks like
Scabbing wounds trying to heal.
Burdens lifted from my shoulders.
Trusting Someone more than real.

What have we come to?
What went wrong here?
Why didn’t we just let Him take the sin
With his nail-pierced hands?
What if we surrender
Our lives in the full?
Stop trying to dictate, to conquer.
Be humble, forgiven?

So this is what surrender feels like
No more scars; No more pain.
Holes in my denim jeans
From praying so hard here on my knees.

What have we come to?
What went wrong here?
Why didn’t we just let Him take the sin
With his nail-pierced hands?
What if we surrender
Our lives in the full?
Stop trying to dictate, to conquer.
Be humble, forgiven?

I’ve wondered many times what would happen.
If we would just accept forgiveness.
If we would let God cleanse us thoroughly.
I’m not sure and I don’t think I’ll ever see it.
Unless someone gives complete surrender.
Everyone gives complete surrender.
Then we all can be free.


Why didn’t we just let Him take the sin
With his nail-pierced hands?


Living Sacrifice


I cried.
You answered.
I called for help.
You said “Here am I.”

Simple words,
For my sweet Savior.
All I have to offer.
Here is my example
Of a living sacrifice.

I asked you,
“Will you be there?”
You said “I will never leave you,
Nor forsake you.”

Simple words,
For my sweet Savior.
All I have to offer.
Here is my example
Of a living sacrifice.


Kiss of Hell


Fogging up the glass
On your car’s front window.
With the shallow breaths your lying mouth breathes.
Suffering from your own splintered stakes
You created by yourself.
Hoping for something unfalse to
Save you from your breaking glass.

And now you don’t know who you are;
Where you are.
Staring at the shattered glass
You know your sins did break.
And now you don’t know why you are;
How you are.
Blowing frozen teardrops up to heaven’s gates.
You beg for freedom from your self-created chains.

Stopping traffic
On the road your soul can’t take.
With your hands on the wheel,
Wishing for more control of your paths
That you let Satan guide.
Attempt to understand where you started letting go.
Defense against your evil heart’s murderous state.

And now you don’t know who you are;
Where you are.
Staring at the shattered glass
You know your sins did break.
And now you don’t know why you are;
How you are.
Blowing frozen teardrops up to heaven’s gates.
You beg for freedom from your self-created chains.

And now you don’t know who you are;
Where you are.
Staring at the shattered glass
You know your sins did break.
And now you don’t know why you are;
How you are.
Blowing frozen teardrops up to heaven’s gates.
You beg for freedom from your self-created chains.

Locked inside the mental gate
Where you embrace pain
Of years gone by.
Now you have the knife at hand,
Cut yourself.
Blend in.
Pray for hope.
You hold your sorrow
Anyways.
Trapped inside the mental gate
Where you embrace pain
Of the un-real.
Now you have your gun at hand,
Kill yourself.
Satisfy
Your soul’s hunger.
“Not yet,”
You say.
Wait.

And now you don’t know who you are;
Where you are.
Staring at the shattered glass
You know your sins did break.
And now you don’t know why you are;
How you are.
Blowing frozen teardrops up to heaven’s gates.
You beg for freedom from your self-created chains.

Now you let go.
Let your
Bloodied Savior
Save.

Dropping death’s bittersweet kisses down to hell’s gates.
You let G-d break your rusted chains.


Untrue Apologetics


My dimmest shine
Held in the Divine
Holy Presence
Taking over my advantage.
Holding my breath.
Waiting for You to come.
Place breath in me.
Please let Your words flow in my mouth.
Be the settled peace spoken through me.
Black thoughts fill my mind.
Replace them with Your holiness.
Bitter tears rest on my eyelids.
While I wait for You to take them in.
My heart twists in knots as I wait for You.
My patience runs low and I hope for You.
I pray you hold me as I fall,
On my knees, bearing it all.
On my own, I plead for You.
Bloody bullets come from my unreal prayers.
Ending in a demented field of untrue apologetics.
Then an honest anvil takes a hold
And I realize I didn’t truly mean it.
Darkness grips my whole,
And I consume myself in torture.
Then You freeze the time-frame of the moment,
And I know I am somehow forgiven.

To HIM Be the Glory

I know in the past I've been paranoid about people stealing my writings (mainly because they have been stolen), but I've thought many times before about how God uses me as a tool--I'm simply the typist behind the words, the poetry, the songs--whatever it may be. And I talk about how I want what I write (type) to bring God glory, to inspire others, to make a difference. Well, how is any of that supposed to happen when I sign my name under what I write, when I call it "my" writings, and especially when I'm too worried that people might put their own name under it when I wrote it? Well, it's not mine. It's God's. I'm just the typist. So, anything that might inspire someone, show them His glory, help them through a hard time, I'm going to start posting.

So here's my first one. I wrote it last night in less than a minute. That was totally God.

When I run out of words to say
And I think our conversation’s over
I start to go away
But then I hear You call my name.
So I envelope Your words
Inside a melody of praise
I melt in Your embrace
And let You hold me.
Once my voice is shushed
And I simply sit in silence
I come to realize
That I can praise You in the quiet.
Despite my endless babblings
Over anything and nothing
I have come to discover the truth
That peace be still means something beautiful.