Oh how little I focus when you are out of sight,
Your presence demands I seek and fight
I'll lift my head and seek your face
Stop looking where I'm walking and let you lead.
Oh How I can't believe this faith
LORD my redeemer carry me.
Who can resist your love?
This powerful presence of sustenance.
Ah sweet relief! You carry my belief!
Thank you LORD for my focus,
Form me as a stone ready to be slung.
Pick me of five and I'll survive
With your direction as my means
I'll slay this life's Philistine.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Dirt path
Being followed on a dirt road isn't as painful or even new as it once was.
This is my road and I know every pebble and ripple in the sand.
The moon is out in full glory and my follower is lurking in the shadows of the trees.
I am a conscience temptation as I make sure to walk in the center of the path.
I feel his eyes peering into the back of my neck, searching my mind for fear.
I don't walk in fear, I walk in hope.
Though his eyes pierce like daggers my way is not shaken and my foot is grounded.
He moves from shadow to shadow without touching the ground or making a noise.
The silence on the path creates a tense conversation.
My soul knows he is here for my demise, waiting to strike.
The shadows cross the road at this point.
His opportunity is here! I inhale and exhale.
He looms over me pressing on me with such intense power, my balance falters as I find myself now kneeling on the ground.
His eyes scream victory! As my lips whisper his finish.
His time complete, passed away.
As for Christ He is my weapon, my hope and strength.
Though I fall I will stand once again on Him.
This is my road and I know every pebble and ripple in the sand.
The moon is out in full glory and my follower is lurking in the shadows of the trees.
I am a conscience temptation as I make sure to walk in the center of the path.
I feel his eyes peering into the back of my neck, searching my mind for fear.
I don't walk in fear, I walk in hope.
Though his eyes pierce like daggers my way is not shaken and my foot is grounded.
He moves from shadow to shadow without touching the ground or making a noise.
The silence on the path creates a tense conversation.
My soul knows he is here for my demise, waiting to strike.
The shadows cross the road at this point.
His opportunity is here! I inhale and exhale.
He looms over me pressing on me with such intense power, my balance falters as I find myself now kneeling on the ground.
His eyes scream victory! As my lips whisper his finish.
His time complete, passed away.
As for Christ He is my weapon, my hope and strength.
Though I fall I will stand once again on Him.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
That's you.
Does sencerity Take the fall
Because aggression takes the stage?
This act only fools the audience.
While your eyes penetrate right through
I hope you see the mirror behind
Refine your vision and recall
Those memories are real.
That's the piece of me that's you.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Please Lord clear me for thinking,
These headaches of life's pains last less than a tiny speck of sand When compared to your infinite being
This week is almost over and time DOES heal,
Never soon enough I'm afraid.
I demand to much here and now.
To this weekend I'll need Your love the most
Take me and hold me.
Only In Your knowing is this piece of me at peace
Amen
These headaches of life's pains last less than a tiny speck of sand When compared to your infinite being
This week is almost over and time DOES heal,
Never soon enough I'm afraid.
I demand to much here and now.
To this weekend I'll need Your love the most
Take me and hold me.
Only In Your knowing is this piece of me at peace
Amen
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