There's a laugh to be heard,
A smile to be cherished.
There's a cry to be soothed,
A tear to be wiped away.
A life.
There's a heart to be loved,
A mind to imagine.
There's a soul to be saved,
A spirit to cherish.
A life.
There's legs to take long walks,
Ears to hear the birds singing.
There's hands to hold,
Eyes to see the beauty all around.
A life.
There's a destiny to be fullfilled,
A purpose for just one.
There's a life to be lived,
A baby to be born.
A life.
But.....
There's a devil who's bloodthirsty,
An evil that seeks to destroy.
There's a plan to be put in place,
A strategy to destroy before it begins.
A life.
There's a mother already lied to,
A father that's absent.
There's a doctor who is hardened,
A nurse who's ready to take,
A life.
There's a law in place,
A procedure that's "safe".
There's a lie that says there's nothing wrong.
A life is taken away.
A life.
But......
There's eyes that see,
A heart that breaks.
There's ears that hear
Eyes that cry for....
A life.
There's hands that hold,
Arms that hug,
There's a place to go,
A Being that cares for...
A life.
There's a God in heaven,
A God who's hates injustice.
There's a Son that lives,
A Son, Who long ago died for...
A life.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
This Little Light of Mine
This world is a funny place. So filled with darkness and pain, yet there's so much beauty and joy. The sorrows are too many and too great, and yet the smallest things like a setting sun, or a budding rose can show you the greatness of God. That He's in control. You can read the news and easily get depressed, thinking about how the world is so messed up! But then see the innocence of a child and know.... there's still something good.
There's a place called Lamu, and as you may have heard, the darkness there is great. The population is something like 98% Islamic, and there's a spiritual heaviness that rests on that island. You see the ladies dressed in black. You hear the mosques at all times at night. You hear stories of abuse and divorce. You look for God in such a place, and you wonder..... where's the light? But there's a saying that I came to know as true when I went to Lamu, and it says: When it's darkest, God's light shines brightest. Amidst the thick darkness that covers Lamu like a blanket, the light that is there, is so brilliantly light. It's like when a prisoner is used to seeing the same four, blank walls for years and years, and is finally released. When he goes outside, and sees the richly blue sky, and the beautiful green trees, he doesn't take it for granted, but every color and sight is... meaningful. In Lamu, every prayer made, every ounce of love and compassion, is... meaningful. I'm not saying that it's less meaningful everywhere else, it's just so much more obvious there. It's a perfect place to learn about the awesome power and light of God. A place to learn that we posses that power and the light inside of us. The world is a dark and sad place, but God's light shines even in the darkest of places. There's beauty. There's peace. There's grace. There's love. But it's us, His people, that are responsible to bring all that about.
So it's up to me. I can be depressed by all that I see around me. I can listen to report after report, thinking, "This world is too far gone!" I can choose to dwell on the darkness and the pain and the hurt..... but then it would remain just the same, wouldn't it? But if I stand up, and shine the light put inside of me, be the world changer God made me to be, and tell of the freedom I received when I acknowledged Christ died for me.... maybe this world would be a different place. I don't know... just a thought. :-)
There's a place called Lamu, and as you may have heard, the darkness there is great. The population is something like 98% Islamic, and there's a spiritual heaviness that rests on that island. You see the ladies dressed in black. You hear the mosques at all times at night. You hear stories of abuse and divorce. You look for God in such a place, and you wonder..... where's the light? But there's a saying that I came to know as true when I went to Lamu, and it says: When it's darkest, God's light shines brightest. Amidst the thick darkness that covers Lamu like a blanket, the light that is there, is so brilliantly light. It's like when a prisoner is used to seeing the same four, blank walls for years and years, and is finally released. When he goes outside, and sees the richly blue sky, and the beautiful green trees, he doesn't take it for granted, but every color and sight is... meaningful. In Lamu, every prayer made, every ounce of love and compassion, is... meaningful. I'm not saying that it's less meaningful everywhere else, it's just so much more obvious there. It's a perfect place to learn about the awesome power and light of God. A place to learn that we posses that power and the light inside of us. The world is a dark and sad place, but God's light shines even in the darkest of places. There's beauty. There's peace. There's grace. There's love. But it's us, His people, that are responsible to bring all that about.
So it's up to me. I can be depressed by all that I see around me. I can listen to report after report, thinking, "This world is too far gone!" I can choose to dwell on the darkness and the pain and the hurt..... but then it would remain just the same, wouldn't it? But if I stand up, and shine the light put inside of me, be the world changer God made me to be, and tell of the freedom I received when I acknowledged Christ died for me.... maybe this world would be a different place. I don't know... just a thought. :-)
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Real
I can't pretend anymore. I want to be real.
I want my life to be about more than just what I feel.
I'm tired of pushing You aside in my heart,
But making sure my mask screams, "He's been the center from the start!"
I worry about what people will think and say.
With every action, thinking, "Well, will it pay?"
If it were all about actions, I'd take a prize
But it's not. It's about the state of my heart in God's eyes.
It's so easy to be a Christian, holy and faithful on Sundays,
But it's also easy to be a Christian, mediocre and untrue, the other days.
It's so easy to think no one will ever know.
And for a time, I'll just put up a show.
But that charade can only go on for so long.
The coming of Jesus, God shall not prolong.
And when He does come, what will I say?
"I'm sorry, Lord! I didn't know you were coming today?!"
I'm realizing there's no time to pretend.
Because soon this life will come to an end.
And when it does I want to know,
That my Christianity was for real, and not just a show.
So I pray that with every breath I'll strive,
To glorify Your Name, and do more than survive.
More than breath, more than see, more than be.
I want LIVE in light of eternity.
I want my life to be about more than just what I feel.
I'm tired of pushing You aside in my heart,
But making sure my mask screams, "He's been the center from the start!"
I worry about what people will think and say.
With every action, thinking, "Well, will it pay?"
If it were all about actions, I'd take a prize
But it's not. It's about the state of my heart in God's eyes.
It's so easy to be a Christian, holy and faithful on Sundays,
But it's also easy to be a Christian, mediocre and untrue, the other days.
It's so easy to think no one will ever know.
And for a time, I'll just put up a show.
But that charade can only go on for so long.
The coming of Jesus, God shall not prolong.
And when He does come, what will I say?
"I'm sorry, Lord! I didn't know you were coming today?!"
I'm realizing there's no time to pretend.
Because soon this life will come to an end.
And when it does I want to know,
That my Christianity was for real, and not just a show.
So I pray that with every breath I'll strive,
To glorify Your Name, and do more than survive.
More than breath, more than see, more than be.
I want LIVE in light of eternity.
Monday, June 20, 2011
The Shattered Mirror
Walking to the mirror that dark, cold night, she raises her eyes to see her reflection.
Just like every night.
Every golden hair in place, skin glowing, and blue eyes shining. Every feature angelic.
She is perfect.
Slowly she raises her hand to touch the glass. Slowly, gently raising her finger to the reflection of her soft pink cheek. But just as she touches it with the tip of her finger,
It shatters.
It shatters and falls to her feet. It shatters into a million pieces.
She screams!
Her reflection gone!
So attached to that one thing she was. She couldn't go on without it. The one that that gave her peace!
She waled and screamed, panic filling her soul.
What would she do?
What would she do without seeing her angelic reflection every night. Her reflection soothing her. Showing her that YES! She was beautiful. Helping her deny her true state.
She would shatter.
Shatter into a million pieces just like the mirror. Thinking of the glass that lay at her feet, she looked down into the broken pieces at her feet.
Her heart sank at what she saw.
For this time the mirror showed her true reflection.
Her inward one.
A reflection not of face, but of soul. A soul fallen and shattered. A life gripping an image of the physical so as to forget the inward lack of the spiritual.
An image now shattered along with the shattered glass.
But with this shattering, that reached all the way to her soul,
A glimmer of light.
"Light?" she thought. She looked up and found it was coming from behind where the mirror had been hanging. But what was it coming from... She looked hard, trying to make out its shape.
She gasped.
She knew what it was! It was covered with filth, and dirt. It was battered and bruised. Filled with doubt, and pride. But... the light emanating from it, was...
Beautiful.
More than any image she had seen. Joy filled her soul, and the light became brighter.
She felt peace the mirror had never been able to give her, because she was no longer looking at her reflection.
But her heart.
Just like every night.
Every golden hair in place, skin glowing, and blue eyes shining. Every feature angelic.
She is perfect.
Slowly she raises her hand to touch the glass. Slowly, gently raising her finger to the reflection of her soft pink cheek. But just as she touches it with the tip of her finger,
It shatters.
It shatters and falls to her feet. It shatters into a million pieces.
She screams!
Her reflection gone!
So attached to that one thing she was. She couldn't go on without it. The one that that gave her peace!
She waled and screamed, panic filling her soul.
What would she do?
What would she do without seeing her angelic reflection every night. Her reflection soothing her. Showing her that YES! She was beautiful. Helping her deny her true state.
She would shatter.
Shatter into a million pieces just like the mirror. Thinking of the glass that lay at her feet, she looked down into the broken pieces at her feet.
Her heart sank at what she saw.
For this time the mirror showed her true reflection.
Her inward one.
A reflection not of face, but of soul. A soul fallen and shattered. A life gripping an image of the physical so as to forget the inward lack of the spiritual.
An image now shattered along with the shattered glass.
But with this shattering, that reached all the way to her soul,
A glimmer of light.
"Light?" she thought. She looked up and found it was coming from behind where the mirror had been hanging. But what was it coming from... She looked hard, trying to make out its shape.
She gasped.
She knew what it was! It was covered with filth, and dirt. It was battered and bruised. Filled with doubt, and pride. But... the light emanating from it, was...
Beautiful.
More than any image she had seen. Joy filled her soul, and the light became brighter.
She felt peace the mirror had never been able to give her, because she was no longer looking at her reflection.
But her heart.
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