Monday, March 30, 2015

Your Hands Are Dirty

Your hands are dirty. You slept in the dirt.
But your hands are dirty, too, from all the people that you hurt.

Your face is dirty, smeared with mud turned black.
But your face is dirty, too, because of all the compassion that you lack.

Your mouth is dirty. You’ve been eating from the trash.
But your mouth is dirty, too; your tongue known to whip and lash.

Your clothes are dirty. You’ve been sleeping with the dogs.
But your clothes are dirty, too, craving wealth and fashion like hogs.

Your heart, however, pumps the same as mine.
My! My! The things we can’t see with our eyes shut blind.

Your soul, however, yearns the same as mine.
Longing for Eternity at the end of our time.

Your spirit, however, longs for love the same as mine.
My! My! What we miss when the light does not shine.

All have been dirty and all can be made clean.
The dead, empty fields can blossom, the brown turns green.

Look! Look around! All your sister and your brother.
Love! Love profound! Pour it out on one another.

Look! Look around! Dirty, crimson stains everywhere you go!
Love! Love profound! Turns them white as snow.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

My Love, My Love!

My love, my love! Can you grasp the full measure of my love for you?
Can you calculate the cost of a King bloody, black and blue?

It’s not about your works or words, it’s about who you are.
I love the essence of your soul with every fragment of my heart.

You can’t earn it and, quite frankly, you don’t have to.
Lend me your love, your will, your heart and see what I will do.

You can’t buy it and, quite honestly, this is treasure beyond price.
Surrender to me your plans, your body and your entire life.

I know this sounds crazy, but I’m madly in love with you.
You will never know how to experience it fully until you let me rescue.

Rescue you from yourself, your heart so filled with stains.
Watch me love you as I cleanse it until none of it remains.

Rescue you from believing there’s anyone that could love you more.
I’ll save you from that disbelief that’s a thief of my ardor.

Of your affection, of your time, of your thoughts I am jealous.
Of your purpose, of your destiny, of your spirit, I am zealous.

Don’t seek me in your dreams, your gifts and talents, or a sermon that you preach.
Seek me in the quiet place, behind the veil like a priest. 

On your knees, hands high, encounter my fervent affection.
Give up your heart with its issues, and let me show you my perfection.

Whatever you hand over, trust me, it’s worth the gain.
You’ll be a temple of only glory, not glory mixed with shame.

I’ll burn up all of the issues buried deep within your heart.
Everyday will be the first day of your life, a holy and righteous start.

All of those things that you thought were dead, I’ll resurrect out of the tomb.
Me, the God of Eternity, will visit you in your room.

Seek me in the quiet, holding nothing back.
I’ll show how much I love you, your life will never lack. 

Listen, hold on, and please know that this is true.
If there’s one thing I’m always saying it’s, “I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.” 

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Crimson While It Bleeds.

Love, as we have seen it hanging from a tree, surpasses the human body, world and galaxies.

Love, as we have known it crimson while it bleeds, sees strength, might and power when Hell has knocked you on your knees.

Love, as we understand it rust through your wrists, in a moment's time, the weight of your sin it lifts. 

Love, as we have seen it thorns through your skin, is the endless source of grace washing our filth over and over again.

Love, as we have witnessed wounds upon your back, will never see you, not one day, in your position of lack. 

Love, as we have known in naked, bloody shame, every second of every hour makes Righteousness your name.

Love, as you have heard it forgiving from the cross, gives back every moment your sinful blindness lost.

Love, as you have seen in purple mockery, screams that if you're free then you are free indeed!

Love, as we have seen it dying by choice, has given you this day a holy, blameless voice.

Love, as you have known rising from the grave, makes no hesitation on your soul to save.

Love, as you have heard seated on a throne, refuses to leave you or forsake you. You are never alone.

Love, as you have seen it hanging from a tree, has its arms wrapped around you for all eternity.

Love, as we have heard in crimson bloody stains, despite our imperfection permanently remains. 

Friday, February 27, 2015


Often we say we are living for a day to come.
We say we are waiting, expecting to return to where we came from.

Our eyes are set on a day that’s far away.
We endure today’s struggles saying, “We can’t wait to be free from this clay.”

We dream about our future where we see streets of gold.
We are aching to see a Kingdom in the beauty of things we’ve been told.

We’re waiting, waiting, waiting for a day that will be.
What if, though, Eternity wasn’t far away at all but inside of you and me?

God has placed all of Eternity in each and every heart.
We can’t fathom it or grasp it. We don’t understand where to start.
(Ecclesiastes 3:11)

Eternity is not so far away from you. It’s not hiding.
The thing you crave, the thing you hunger for is in you abiding!

Wake up the spirit God confined within the clay!
Arise, all of Eternity is inside of you this day!

Eternity is not a distant place of dreams.
Forever is among us, so much closer than it seems.

Eternity is not in the future. Eternity is now.
It’s defying everything you thought you knew, crushing every “How?”

Stop looking all around you, and seek the One within you.
You'll find the source of Forever and your Destiny will send you.

Send you beyond the surface of things easy and things cheap.
Send you out for mighty works that even Hell can never beat. 

Eternity is sending you out for greatness. It's sending you out for love.
It's sticking its foot against your chest and giving it a shove.

Knocking you into holy purpose far beyond the lukewarm. 
Knocking you to a place where the angels of heaven sing and swarm. 

Forever is present with you making your heart cry.
It's squeezing on the inside of you, forcing you to ask, "Why?"

"Why am I here and what am I to do?"
Then Eternity answers back, "Give me all of you!"

Eternity is not distant. It's not far away.
Eternity is within you, pleading with you this day. 

Live for more. Burn for bigger. Encounter your purpose.
Then, on that day to come, in His Kingdom, it will have been worth it. 

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Tumble, Tumble.

What a privilege to identify You, God, as Father.
What a high standard to be Your daughter.

I’m thankful for the process where You examine my soul and take inventory.
I count it an honor to carry Your glory.

You show me that You love me, but You show me what to change.
You show me Your crimson grace, but You’re holy standard remains.

The big and the great You're doing in me is greater than any great I ever thought I’d see.
And, here’s the thing, it can’t be done, it can’t be achieved through me.

So, You have it. I give You everything.
And, then, if You ask for more, this too I will bring.

How can I know God and stay the same?
How can I encounter my Maker and not encounter His flame?

This flame is scorching, burning up my will.
This flame is consuming, His words from my lips they spill.

How can I converse with God and not lay down my life?
How can I kiss the divine and not let it cut out my weakness with a Craftsman’s knife?

How can I be in covenant with God and not follow His voice?
How can I be a citizen of His kingdom and not make a solid, uncompromising choice?

How can I experience Heaven and leave thorns on the vine?
How can I ever decrease me and increase Him with a heart stained with pride?

Do I dare say, “no” to the request of the King?
How can I stand before Him without a gift to bring?

To polish the gem, it must go for a tumble.
Spinning and flipping, crashing free of the ridges born for a stumble.

To make the stone shine, it must transform under a blaze.
He’ll put the heat on me until the world can see the glaze.

He’s breathing on me to get rid of the world's smell.
He’s wrapping His arms tight, squeezing out the disbelief of Hell.

Tumble, tumble, collide, burn.
I lay down my life and will as I learn.

So, I tumble, tumble holding on to You.
I tumble, tumble while You make me new.

I kneel, I praise under Your holy fire.
I submit myself to You so Your call I can acquire.

The great in me can only be found in You.
So, I’m running, I’m leaping and climbing after Truth.

My, My. How enormous the plan You hold for me!
My God, I’ll give my all to do all You’ve told to me.

Doing big can’t be done by being small.
God dreams can only be accomplished by letting God be ALL.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Your Seat Over There

How is your seat over there?
How is it knowing you cannot touch me, but can only bitterly stare? 

Oh, how much you must hate me. Knowing you cannot trap me, beat me, cage me. 

How is your seat over there?
How is it knowing He walks with me despite my sin? How unfair! 

Oh, how much you must loathe me. Knowing you're powerless as His glory does clothe me. 

How you demons must cringe!
Knowing that the door of His majesty you can never unhinge! 

How much you must hiss and spit as jealousy rushes over you like a flood. Knowing you can never stand close to the innocent, precious blood. 

I can hear you growl and curse. 
Your anger burns because He loved me first. 

No matter how much you may hate it, you can't change it. 
Your will isn't permitted by His. You can't rearrange it. 

Take your place in your seat over there! Sit, cringe, scream, bark and glare. 

Just be sure to obey His voice,
"Do not touch one single hair." 
Listen closely,
"You're not welcome over there!"

Friday, August 8, 2014

Start Building Your Ark

If I choose what's rational over what is true, how can I rationally believe that the only perfect man chose to be murdered for me and you?

If I go the route that best fits the rationale of my mind, how can I possibly believe in a God that exists outside of time?

It's interesting that we bind Him by means of science.  
Did He not create those very means and do we dare say He cannot defy it? 

And is it defiance if all things made by Him surrendered to Him and therefore are in compliance? 

Do not forget, God is without limits. 
So if you desire to truly believe, wish the boundaries of your mind good riddance. 

The flood. The whale. The cross. Happened. 
They aren't fairy tales, metaphorical poetics or the misguided foolishness of the old fashioned. 

If you can believe that the King's blood floods and cleanses your heart, can you not believe that a great flood cleansed the earth to give a brand new start?

If you can believe that God swallows man and saves him from Hell, can you not believe that Jonah was swallowed alive and in the belly of a whale? 

If you can believe that Jesus, the perfect man, was murdered on the cross for your sin, can you not believe that His Word is true from the very beginning to the end? 

Know when you are studying science, you are studying God.
Good luck on finding solid evidence that puts the two at odds. 

Believing big things is not an easy road to embark.
So, if you choose to believe, start building your ark.