There was a time
when no man walked the earth.
All was void, without form.
Only You God of Heaven
was and is.
A time when the planets,
sun, moon, and stars
did not orbit with perfection
in tune with eachother
and You my Alpha and Omega.
Then You made it happen,
rivers flowed, trees rustled,
stars twinkled, and birds sang.
Everything pointed to You
and gave you glory
Lord of lords.
You made man in Your image
beautiful and complete
to serve and honar You.
In every walk of life
to give You our all.
Prince of peace.
Then hearts turned and fell
into the depths of sin and despair.
Breaking the precious bond
between You and man
Leaving you broken hearted
Lover of my soul.
Even then You had a plan.
Perfect in every way
To save the world, once lost
and bring them new hope.
Everlasting and Unchanging.
A Time
January 29, 2008 at 11:40 pm (Christianity, Poetry)
Tags: creation, God
Beautiful Flower
January 22, 2008 at 5:31 am (Poetry)
Tags: beautiful, flower
I look at you
through this small window.
You stand one among many
yet you seem so alone.
I wish I could stand beside you.
I watch you with wonder
when the storms come
and the wind pushes you
this way and that.
I wish I could shelter you.
I am in awe
when the sun shines on your face
I see a smile
in the twinkle of your eye.
I wish I could hold you.
I see the sun go down
you hang your head
and the twinkle seems to fade
from the apple of your eye.
Still you are my beautiful flower.
No Words
January 18, 2008 at 7:39 pm (Poetry)
Tags: love, words
It’s been an hour
the candles are fading
and still I can’t think
of what to say.
Many words and thoughts
run through my head
yet none seem right
not for you.
I close my eyes
my mind pictures your face.
I open my mouth to speak
but words will not come.
Your smile fades
and I feel I have hurt you
on the verge of tears
I put my arms around you.
Now I realize
what must be said
cannot be said
with a simple word.
phobia of…a vacuum-cleaner?
January 16, 2008 at 8:15 pm (random)
Tags: cleaning, fear, vacuum phobia
You are reading correctly, I did discover yesterday I am terrified of my vacuum cleaner. I was vacuuming my bedroom, something got stuck in the vacuum cleaner and I thought it was going to blow up on me. I was scared to vacuum the rest of my room, I freaked every time the thing made a sound. Other than its usual sucking sound of course. However I got over it and was able to clean the rest of my room. Perhaps next time I’ll make sure there aren’t any thumb tacks left lying around before I start vacuuming.
Old Clay
January 14, 2008 at 7:55 am (Beliefs, Christianity, Poetry)
Tags: broken, clay, empty, grace, Potter
Here is the story
of a heart-shaped vessel.
Brought to the Potter
broken and shattered.
So there there the peices lay
in the palm of the Potter’s hand.
waiting to be thrown away
useless and unwanted.
But the Potter closed His hand
bringing the pieces together.
He molded them
making the vessel new.
Out of old clay
once empty and bruised.
The Potter created a master piece
complete and beautiful.
This is the story
of a heart once deep in sin
filled with pain and misery,
Now made new through grace.
