Tag: God

One of Me

You paint seas of purple skies,
designing every sunrise, sunset.
You place every sparkle in the starlit night,
yet, You made one of me.

You take each snow flake and crystal,
Structuring each one just so.
No two are alike, each are crafted,
Unique, yet, You made one of me.

You imagined the horse,
giving it strength, power, and beauty,
Fragility and grace in one being,
yet, You made one of me.

You filled the depths of the ocean,
With colors and creatures beyond
What can be seen, or believed,
yet, You made one of me.

You decorated the forests and plains,
With birds and their songs,
With beasts and their roars,
yet, You made one of me.

It’s so humbling, looking at creation,
looking at Your creativity at work,
to know the same God made me,
to know that You included me in Your plan.

You wrote my story, my purpose,
You crafted me, and shaped me.
And when I don’t feel good enough,
I look around, and remember,

You made one of me.

Believe

Your tears slide in silence,
Screaming for the words
Unsaid,
Streaming down a path
Unknown,
Struggling through what’s
Unseen.

You hide behind a mask,
Waiting for Someone to
See,
Hoping for Someone to
Search,
Longing for Someone to
Save—

To look through the
Unsaid, the unknown,
The unseen.
To love beyond what is
Seen, or what is found,
Or what is unworthy.

Please, believe me,
When I say,
There is a Love this sweet,
There is a Hope this pure,
There is a Salvation this free.

Nail pierced Hands,
A thorn cut Brow,
A Love that knows no bounds.

A Love that sees,
A Love that knows,
A Love that still loves,
Unconditionally.

You just need to,
Simply,
Believe.

Make New

Something fragile,
Something treasured,
Something filled with hopes,
Dreams and memories,

Gets the place high
On the shelf, where
It can be seen and admired.
Where it’s kept safe

From finger prints and
Greedy hands, who, maybe,
See it’s value, but not it’s
Beauty, or rarity.

But the guard gets let down.
Someone, or something, gets
Permission, to hold it, to
Feel it, to see-

How when the light hits it,
It shines and sparkles,
Glistens and gleams,
In all it’s meant to be.

But careless recklessness,
Brings it crashing to the floor,
Shattering glass into splinters,
And fear into sobs and tears.

On hands and knees, the
Pieces are gathered and clutched,
Piercing the skin over and over,
The hurt fresh with each poke.

On her own, she can’t fix it,
The more she tries, the tighter
she holds onto the pieces,
The more she bleeds.

She has to surrender,
Let each piece fall back
To the floor, and give it
To the One who made her.

To the One who can restore,
To the One who can heal,
To the One who can make new,

And can use her pain,
For His ultimate plan.

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Meant to Be

Something out of place
May seem pretty in the
Right light, or from a
Certain angle.

But a feather on a fence
Will never fly, will never
Soar, or reach the heights
It was made to see.

So even when it hurts,
Even when questions are
Unanswered, even when confusion
Swirls- try to remember this:

God’s plan is so much better.
And He’s just relocating you,
Shaping you, focusing you,
For where you’re meant to be.

Even if you can’t see it,
Even if you can’t believe it,
From where You’re standing
Today.

Tears

Tears are salty raindrops
That fall from eyes
Instead of clouds.

They speak for us
When our pain
Cuts off our words.

The pain stems from
Disappointment, heart break,
When we feel alone-

like no one sees,
like no one understands,
like no one cares.

We think they run
Unseen-down our cheeks,
Our chin, then gone

As we face reality,
And let go of hope
As it slides away,

Falling from our faces,
But leaving trenches,
Felt only in our own hearts.

But- Someone does see.
Someone does understand.
Someone does care.

He feels our pain,
And collects each tear,
Saving them in a bottle.

He holds each tear, sees
Each fear. Knowing our true
selves, and loving us anyway.

Reminding us hope is
Never gone, His love
Is never unattainable.

When pain consumes,
When questions stay unanswered,
When nothing makes sense,

His love stays. And He
Saves and rescues, each and
Every undeserving piece

Of your soul,
Of your heart,
Of your tears.

And He never lets you go.

Someone Like Me

Someone like me—
deals with anxiety.
Caring too much for
what doesn’t matter.
And not enough for
what truly does.

Someone like me—
falls short over and over.
Never enough, never
brave, never perfect.
Failing, flailing,
hurting myself, and others.

Someone like me—
stutters and stumbles.
Struggling with the same
things, every single time.
Wondering if there will ever
be change. Or hope.

Someone like me—
is never understood by
those who surround me.
My thoughts, my dreams,
never match theirs,
dividing my heart in half.

Someone like me—
is unworthy, alone to
face the giants and fears.
Trembling, shaking, shattering,
instead of taking hold of the
stones in my hand.

Someone like me—
is hopeless, a lost cause.
Getting left behind in this life.
Deserving nothing but darkness,
shame, and guilt. The
results of my stupidity.

But Someone like Him—
Redefined my future, redefined
every lie I believe about
myself. With one display
of incomprehensible love—
His death on the cross.

Someone like Him,
has plans for me,
using my failures, my falls,
my anxiety— to create a
masterpiece I can’t see.
Or even start to understand.

Someone like Him,
loves even the most unlovable
pieces of my heart and soul.
Tearing down the walls,
the barrier of sin and hell,
so I can have a forever with Him.

Someone like Him,
With unending mercy and
relentless love, takes my
unworthiness, my guilt, my shame,
and all of the other lies I hold,
and breathes truth into my darkness—

Reaching me with unshakable kindness.
Holding me with unchanging patience.
Freeing me with unfailing grace.

And loving me, when no one should.

Place

Out of place?
Or right where she
Was always meant
To be?

Growing in a place,
In circumstances,
Against all odds.
With so few chances

To change,
Or blossom.

Stuck in the grasp
Of a pattern,
Of repeated mistakes,
Drowning in defeat.

Choked by the hold
Of her keeper,
With no freedom to
Move or breathe,

To live,
Or dream.

But He steps in,
With gentle fingers,
Lifting her up beyond
The grasp of uncertainty.

He heals the pain
And gives her peace,
A Love that never fails,
With infinite chances

To change,
And blossom.
To live,
And dream.

To be saved.
To be redeemed.
To believe.

Even when it seems
impossible, when her story
Seems too broken, too
Empty, too useless,

He makes a way,
Taking the broken pieces and
Turning them into something
Beautiful. Something hopeful.

Something meaningful.

Out of place?
Or right where she
Was always meant
To be?

In this place, in
This exact spot, situation-
Something, somewhere, only
He can use perfectly.

Believe

Your tears slide in silence,
Screaming for the words
Unsaid,
Streaming down a path
Unknown,
Struggling through what’s
Unseen.

You hide behind a mask,
Waiting for Someone to
See,
Hoping for Someone to
Search,
Longing for Someone to
Save—

To look through the
Unsaid, the unknown,
The unseen.
To love beyond what is
Seen, or what is found,
Or what is unworthy.

Please, believe me,
When I say,
There is a Love this sweet,
There is a Hope this pure,
There is a Salvation this free.

Nail pierced Hands,
A thorn cut Brow,
A Love that knows no bounds.

A Love that sees,
A Love that knows,
A Love that still loves,
Unconditionally.

You just need to,
Simply,
Believe.

What Can Change in a Week?

Day one-ceremony
-their hero, in their midst,
chose not to ride a stallion,
but a donkey, a foal-
a sign of peace.
What can change in a week?

Day one-continued
-the King, riding a colt,
a fulfillment of prophecy.
clothes and palms spread before Him,
as they anticipated victory.
crying Hosanna, they worshipped,
but the pharisees grumbled, angrily.
What can change in a week?

Day two-comparison
-a fig tree, and a temple,
producing no fruit at all.
He cursed it, telling his disciples-
faith is more than outward acts.
What can change in a week?

Day two-cleansing
-His house of prayer
turned into a den of thieves.
He overturned the tables,
clearing everyone out.
What can change in a week?

Day three-confrontation
-His authority questioned,
as He healed, as He taught.
the leaders tried to seize Him,
but feared what the people thought.
What can change in a week?

Day three-conspiracy
-betrayed by one of the twelve.
He was delivered into the hands of hatred.
for thirty pieces of silver, Judas
set the price of the Savior.
What can change in a week?

Day five-celebration
-of the Passover feast.
the blood of the blemish free lamb
over each family’s door,
saved them from death, from grief.
What can change in a week?

Day five-communion
-He shared the bread and the wine.
His body, His blood, became a sacrifice,
forever taking the place of the lamb,
after betrayal, by a friend’s kiss.
What can change in a week?

Day six-condemnation
-He stood silently, enduring the shame
of false accusations, physical beatings,
listening as the praise changed to outrage,
as Hosanna turned to crucify.
What can change in a week?

Day six-completion
He breathed His last, tearing the veil,
and asked for forgiveness, for them-
the very ones who had Him killed.
He submitted His Spirit to the plan.
What can change in a week?

Day seven-darkness.
The Savior was dead,
lying in the stone-cold tomb.
What can change in a week?

Day eight-light
The women found the tomb empty.
the stone was rolled away, the linens folded.
The Savior was no longer dead- He lived!
Defeating Satan, hell, the power of sin.
What can change in a week?

The Son of God, the Son of Man,
lived the life we never could-
and died the death that was ours,
so we could have freedom, and experience grace-
something we could never earn.

In a week, He was worshipped,
then tried, tortured, and killed,
to break the curse, to be our sacrifice,
all for our sins, our sakes, our futures,
All because of love. 

I ask again, one last time,
What can change in a week?