He Who Has Ears

Will You speak to me Lord if I never ask?
And could I hear you without ever listening?
It's always seemed ideal to expect much for little
You are such a very big God, after all.
But don't I want to ask! Don't I want to listen!?
You are the merciful Creator of all; who numbers my hairs!
That You would want me is too joyous a thought
So if You would speak to me, I want to hear
Teach me to ask, encourage me to listen
Let my desire be for You; to walk with You in obedience.
Set me on paths of righteousness; all else is death.

He Will Level Your Path

Life is moving

And this is no stroll

This is fast; a sprint

And it’s been uphill for as long as I can remember.

I’ve never had any idea where I’m going

And I’ve never wanted to stop.

23 years of aimlessness.

I’m exhausted.  Praise God that I am tired!

He becomes my strength, and He levels my path.

I can see it stretch before me.  For the first time I know where to go!

There!  My path is solid and flat.  Laid out by God!

But with my new sight I gawk.  This path only leads so far.

Ahead.  Nothing.  My climb has ended.

Life is moving

It will not stop.

I run full-speed towards a precipice

What happens when I get there?

A leap of faith!  I will trust in my God, my Rock.

He will provide a path for me.

He will provide a path.

Hosea 10 – He comes to rain righteousness on you.

Darkness rolls across the sky

The billowing storm clouds creep steadily forward

They are welcome.

The strong breeze tearing through the trees is welcome

I welcome them.

Chattering birds and blue skies head to the horizon

Can’t they see that this storm is beautiful?

Might, power, majesty; unstoppable.

I relish the cool; a relief from earlier heat.

Fearful and beautiful, this aspect of creation

Creation; a reflection of its Creator

Lord I cannot imagine Your splendor!

What wonders are Your might and power?

What can be called majestic next to Your majesty?

Roll across my sin-scorched sky

Bring Your wind and Your rain

And awaken my senses

I welcome You.  I want You

Help me to love You Lord.

Prodigal

I wrote this poem years ago and until this time have kept it to myself.  I will post more soon, I pray that they can be an encouragement.  We pursue so many worthless things yet the Lord is willing to redeem us.  Grace!

Why do I not fear You, Lord?

Like a son with no respect,

I have greedily accepted the life and provisions You have offered,

Yet I deny Your position in my life,

I deny Your authority.

I take Your love, Your grace, and Your mercy,

I drink deeply of the freedom You have paid dearly for,

I devour Your treasures, relishing them.

Then I spit them back at You as though both You, and they, are worthless to me.

I walk away from glory as if it is a meaningless bauble,

And my wicked heart embraces meaningless baubles as though they are glorious.

But inside I am still the son that gratefully accepted Your love, grace, and mercy.

And I am angry, because I know the weight of my sins.

My regrets could tear down mountains, or pull the earth inside out.

Within me there is despair, because I have hoped in my selfishness

And cannot hope to have hope again.

I have squandered my inheritance on prostitutes,

I stood on every high hill and under every green tree as a harlot,

And gave away that which is undeniably Yours; my praise, my adoration.

Time after time, again and again, I spat in Your face.

What have I?  What did I ever have?

Even my arrogance and pride have been stripped bare.

Everything I am is from You. And You are my sustenance.

There is nothing unalienable.  Apart from You, I have nothing of worth.

And though I should not hope to have hope again,

I remember Your kingdom where I sipped sweetly of Your grace.

I begin to seek that kingdom, and I trust, as I wait longingly,

That through Your power my soul will never again despair,

My iniquities are covered by the death of Jesus Christ,

And I will drink of Your love, Your grace, And Your mercy on every high hill and under every green tree.

And I will never thirst again!