fumbled and fallen
yeah, maybe i've fallen....
but grace is greater dimension still unknown for me.
heavy and heartbroken
yeah, maybe i'm heart broken...
but scarlet and crimson is the yet to be discovered Healer of all.
tattered and torn
yea, maybe i'm torn....
but better than a bandaid, is One restoring my ever bleeding heart.
and Peace be my friend through this tormenting fright.
and Love be closer than my blankets surrounding.
and Jesus, light my heart that ever darkens my night.
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Friday, June 26, 2009
four years
it was four years that passed by
and i never knew i was living.
i never knew i had life.
i remember nothing.
until You found me.
four years had faded and i remember nothing.
i've just realized this truth.
i may've been young, but i believed.
my repentant little heart never looked back.
i don't remember the day
i don't remember the hour.
but i do remember the moment.
You found me.
and i was young.
but i found You too.
yes. i found You too.
and i believed.
not a memory has been remembered but from that day on, almost as an inaugeration for life... i, truly, began to live.
since the day You found me.
i remember not a moment beforehand.
and i need not.
Your grace is sufficient.
and 20 years down the road of loving You,
it is still all i can remember.
thank You my Love.
and i never knew i was living.
i never knew i had life.
i remember nothing.
until You found me.
four years had faded and i remember nothing.
i've just realized this truth.
i may've been young, but i believed.
my repentant little heart never looked back.
i don't remember the day
i don't remember the hour.
but i do remember the moment.
You found me.
and i was young.
but i found You too.
yes. i found You too.
and i believed.
not a memory has been remembered but from that day on, almost as an inaugeration for life... i, truly, began to live.
since the day You found me.
i remember not a moment beforehand.
and i need not.
Your grace is sufficient.
and 20 years down the road of loving You,
it is still all i can remember.
thank You my Love.
sin
so.
i am inclined to think something. yes. think. i have been. and will continue.
i have a thought derived from John 3:16.
If God loves the WHOLE world, then...
He loves every body.
However...
Does God love murders, child-molestors, druggies, homosexuals, human traffickers, poachers, etc...???
notice, all the above are all sinners.
all of the above i have taken people. people who sin.
or people who have committed sin.
i have just identified them with their sin.
so simply put... God loves people.
not their identitys.
past their identification of sin.
whatever you identify yourself with, you become.
does this mean, they are animals?
no. they are people. that sin.
HUMAN NATURE.
but i am sure i have committed murder in my heart when i have thought a hateful thought.
what am i to say then? because i sin...
human nature.
but, i identify myself with Christ, not my sin.
still apt to sin, but i have the Holy Spirit.
does God still love these people? regular people?
yes.
because i am capable and apt to the same sins.
don't ever tell me i am perfect. i am not.
God hates sin. He doesn't hate me though.
He certainly does not hate people.
He hates their sin.
God's grace is farther than my mind can comprehend.
He is not foolish with it, He is merely extravagant.
i think i am done...... for now.
i am inclined to think something. yes. think. i have been. and will continue.
i have a thought derived from John 3:16.
If God loves the WHOLE world, then...
He loves every body.
However...
Does God love murders, child-molestors, druggies, homosexuals, human traffickers, poachers, etc...???
notice, all the above are all sinners.
all of the above i have taken people. people who sin.
or people who have committed sin.
i have just identified them with their sin.
so simply put... God loves people.
not their identitys.
past their identification of sin.
whatever you identify yourself with, you become.
does this mean, they are animals?
no. they are people. that sin.
HUMAN NATURE.
but i am sure i have committed murder in my heart when i have thought a hateful thought.
what am i to say then? because i sin...
human nature.
but, i identify myself with Christ, not my sin.
still apt to sin, but i have the Holy Spirit.
does God still love these people? regular people?
yes.
because i am capable and apt to the same sins.
don't ever tell me i am perfect. i am not.
God hates sin. He doesn't hate me though.
He certainly does not hate people.
He hates their sin.
God's grace is farther than my mind can comprehend.
He is not foolish with it, He is merely extravagant.
i think i am done...... for now.
music
numbers make no sense anymore
chords and staff paper have no room in the music my heart produces and writes for You my Love.
the words i write are not enough; for my hearts expression is too great for my tongue to tell.
could i be but freed from the limits of communication my heart longs to share with you.
i would then share my love.
rhythms and rhymes make sense no more.
i cannot be limited to write a mere symphony when You deserve so much more.
november 18,2008
chords and staff paper have no room in the music my heart produces and writes for You my Love.
the words i write are not enough; for my hearts expression is too great for my tongue to tell.
could i be but freed from the limits of communication my heart longs to share with you.
i would then share my love.
rhythms and rhymes make sense no more.
i cannot be limited to write a mere symphony when You deserve so much more.
november 18,2008
trails and traces
the trails and traces
the tracks of tears
streaming down my face
i've been waiting
all night long
to finally share these. my fate.
> if tears are trails
then i've been on a long journey.
they're telling a story of stored grief in my heart - to a hidden melody.
>if tears be traces, then am i thus scarred, marked for life by the landmarks inside my chest
telling their own stories and buikding up walls.
it appears they know best.
>if tracks seem as they were
they would be railroads travelling as far as the eye to see.
in transit to make somewhat of my life and of my life my own misery.
the trails and traces
the tracks of tears
streaming down my face
tell the gruesome stories
and tales of my heart
going from place to place.
december 24, 2008
the tracks of tears
streaming down my face
i've been waiting
all night long
to finally share these. my fate.
> if tears are trails
then i've been on a long journey.
they're telling a story of stored grief in my heart - to a hidden melody.
>if tears be traces, then am i thus scarred, marked for life by the landmarks inside my chest
telling their own stories and buikding up walls.
it appears they know best.
>if tracks seem as they were
they would be railroads travelling as far as the eye to see.
in transit to make somewhat of my life and of my life my own misery.
the trails and traces
the tracks of tears
streaming down my face
tell the gruesome stories
and tales of my heart
going from place to place.
december 24, 2008
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