Tag: God

Maker

Imagine the carpenter
Hovering over plain, shapeless wood,
Running His finger tips over the surface,
Picturing the piece He’ll create.

Take a look at the artist,
His hand curled around His brush,
Selecting each color, pressing each stroke,
Treasuring the image on the canvas.

Be sure to watch the writer,
Chewing on the end of His pen,
Crafting the story, choosing each word,
Feeling the narrative as it unfolds.

Do your best to fathom,
How it looks when all of these combine,
Into one Master, Creator, Maker,
The God who doesn’t make mistakes.

Picture Him hovering over every piece and part,
Selecting each shape, each color with care,
Crafting every detail of every day,
Writing each moment, choosing each word.

Wrap your head around this truth,
And hold it deep inside your heart,
Even the pieces you don’t like,
Even the story lines you can’t understand,
Are still a part of His masterpiece.
Are still a part of His perfect plan.

Fading

And as the sun fades behind the mountains,
Taking the brilliant shades with it,
Will you feel contentment, peace?
Or will it stir a longing, a question?

Does it reflect the satisfaction of your day, or
Mirror the uncertainty you feel in this moment?
Encouraging you towards tomorrow, or
Dragging you down to another day?

Do the colors bring you joy, or do
You find yourself wishing they’d reverse?
Putting the sun back in the sky, giving you
More time, more chances. More beats.

Do you dread the darkness, the coldness that will come?
Or are you fulfilled by your successes?
And enjoy the break, and the rest,
Now that this day is done.

The same setting, same colors, same time, same place,
Can be defined differently by each one
Who beholds it. Who takes it in.
But the real, true beauty, doesn’t come
From the actual sunset.

It comes from finding truth.
And knowing the One who creates it.

Truth

Spinning in circles, going nowhere fast.
Squinting, blinking, tearing up,
Trying to see through the dust.

Frustration building, tension growing,
Muscles rigid and tight.
Fighting yourself every step.

Sweat trickles down, a chill
Interrupts the heat of the moment,
Questions what the effort is for.

The sun blinds instead of enlightens.
The glare makes it impossible to see,
To think, to choose, to find, anything.

Feet grow tired, knees grow weak,
Minds fill with every fear and doubt,
Will I ever be right? Will I ever be enough?

But one slight shift, one change in perspective,
Can stop the spinning, can dry the tears,
Can lift our eyes and give us new vision.

A Hand reaches down, lifting our shuffling
Feet out of the trench we’ve created,
Clearing the dust from our head,

Silencing the thoughts of doubt,
Removing each tingle of fear,
Replacing each with a Voice filled
With nothing but pure truth.

Branch

The wind blows, rustling the leaves,
A reminder that life is still held within,
Even if the weight is suffocating.

The branch groans, trying to stretch,
Feeling the pain of the pruning,
From days now placed in the past.

The end bows back towards the soil,
Heavy beneath the produce it carries,
Sitting patiently, but questioning, its worth.

Then, the darkness shifts, as the outline
of the mountain is revealed. A silhouette
glowing under the first idea of a new day.

The clouds drift from black and grey
to soft pink, and rich purple, showing
the change only the Son can give.

Under the light, the Gardener pads
across the grass, dew squishing beneath
Each step, approaching the branch.

A light touch fingers the leaves,
Kind eyes admire the fruits, gently
Removing each one, adding them to

His basket, subtracting the weight,
Relieving the grief. A reward for staying
Faithful. A reminder that empty branches

Are thrown to the fire, but fruit bearers
are pruned, tested, so they can carry more.
So they can work for, and in tune, with the Gardener.

The One

Rushing and hurrying. Impatience growing.
Scheduling and scrambling. Restlessness building.
—Waiting on the One
Who created and controls all time.

Dreaming and pursuing, but goals disappearing.
Working and trying. Heartbreak consuming.
—Trusting in the plans and promises
Of the One who never fails.

Fearful and hiding. Timidity’s hold.
Creating, shaping, for my eyes alone?
—Confiding and finding confidence
In the One who provides all gifts. 

Constant worry and stress. Anxiety’s grasp.
Wondering, will I ever get it right?
—Choosing to follow the One,
Who first chose and loved me.

Mistake after mistake, over and over.
Failing and falling. Again, and again.
—Relying on the forgiveness given
By the One who’s life was faultless.

 

So Easy

It’s so easy to forget 

When I’m caught up in my loneliness

That You’ve planned out every step 

 

It’s so easy to forget

When I long for my own way

That You know what’s best for me 


It’s so easy to forget 

When the wind roars and drowns you out 

That Your voice can still the sea

 

It’s so easy to forget 

When darkness floods and I can’t find hope

That You make all things possible 


It’s so easy to forget

When I feel forgotten and left out 

That You make all my dreams attainable