It arouses conflicting emotions in me
When I realize that it was necessary
To set aside a day to acknowledge and appreciate you
When it should really be done each day
…so I am sad, and I am glad.
Truth be told, I’m cold;
But it’s not really me, it’s my heart that’s cold;
There was a time when my heart felt like molten gold,
Impassioned with zeal and love for the Lord;
Now, here’s an empty cold vessel made of gold;
It’s laden with dust and hidden out of sight;
But out of sight, is a dangerous place to be.
True beauty is the Glory of God.
That is beauty that blinds – literally.
The Glory that leaves a mark on everything He creates;
A beauty that transforms whomever gazes upon it.
Beauty that is truly breathtaking – literally.
There is something that I need to see,
Something I need to write.
Is it beauty, or glory;
Maybe grace personified?
The countenance of kindness,
The colour of wrath,
Following the echoes in the dark corridors of time,
I make my way along the thread of Fate;
Armed only with a firm conviction – Faith;
The hope of a Light at the end of the tunnel;
So I take a step, gently, confidently, cheerfully;
Place one foot in front of the other.
What does it mean to be called a child of God?
What price is enough, to be called by His name?
I may not completely understand the depth of the mystery;
I can definitely not afford, and am unworthy of bearing the cost;
But I am called by His name, by the working of Grace.
When everything threatens to fall apart;
When I lift up my eyes, and there seems to be nothing to see;
When I look down, and it feels like I’m standing on nothing but hot air;
When my faith is tossed, and trembling under the load of circumstances;
When I’m on the verge of running out of tears to shed,
And tear tracks have formed a speedway along my cheeks;
Oh, how quickly they fall…tell me not about how the mighty have fallen;
No, I am not a man of many sorrows, because He has called me by name.