Monday, August 22, 2011

Learning to love.

I'm learning to love which is not always as pretty as it sounds.
I'm learning to set my heart on the things above where truth abounds.
I am trying not to measure life by the amount of money in my pocket.
Not weighing it by the treasures in the chest where I hold the key and lock it.
I'm seeing that success isn't based on a formula of my dreams.
To get, to earn, to obtain. For my achievements to burst at the seams.
It is worthless to measure it on how many eyes are set on me.
Just how many get to see the great things I can be. 
Look. Look. Look. Look what I've done. 
This is where the horrid selfishness begun. 
And selfishness has no place in the presence of compassion. 
It struts arrogance, impatience, and pride in an unattractive fashion. 
Standing next to love, selfish ambition looks a fool.
Evaluating love as the endless, deep ocean and selfishness the pool. 
Love seems to be drawn to the ugly, the mean, and the broken. 
Where there's bitterness and darkness, Love longs to be spoken.
Arrogance is disgusted with these sorts of things. 
It cannot handle the responsibility love, in these situations, brings.  
Love is resting on the porch where behind the door resides hate. 
It awaits, knocking to come in and demonstrate. 
Demonstrate its power to remove all fear.
Show its relentless force to wash every stain clear. 
Its beckoning with that ugly spirit trying to set it free.
It yearns for that broken heart so mended it will be. 
Love is not angry with even the angriest soul.
Love cannot through rudeness, harshness, or mockery grow dull.
Love cuts through selfishness with a sharp, ready knife.
It rips out the ugly and brings a new life. 
Love has penetrated my heart and is removing the ugly. 
It will be a life long process but everyday more heaven will be in me. 
Love is not stuff. Love is people. 
If I can love my brother and sister, then my life can be raised like a steeple. 
So, yes. I am learning. Learning to love. 
Selfishness, I put my hand on your chest and with all my might, shove. 

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Miracle.

Some call it that and some call it this but as for me, it's indescribable with even the greatest writer to assist. 
Some say it is simply a word. A thing with no evidence ever seen or heard.
Some say it is a thing of old. Nothing but ancient stories to be told. 
On the contrary! It is alive and strong in its demonstration.
It sweeps our world in a beautiful illustration. 
Is it perhaps that some can't see?
Could it be there are those that walk among us blindly?
Eyes squinted, jaw clenched they look for a sign.
"This thing should prove itself one good time."
But prove itself it need not do!
It proves itself daily within you.
You can look, look, look and you may never see.
Because the wonder is in you. One. Two. Three.
The Father, The son and The Spirit dwelling in one.
This is the biggest miracle that can ever be done. 
So search, search, search no more. See things in a light you may have never before. 
Look inside you and you may finally see.
The miracle is in you; one. two. three.