The Most Eloquent Prayer by gracelikerain316, literature
Literature
The Most Eloquent Prayer
I tried to say a prayer
Eloquent and refined
I tried to let You know
Just how I feel inside
I mean I know that You know
All that I have to disclose
But You'd like to hear it anyway..
As I have always supposed..
I tried to write a poem
Eloquent and refined
One to give words to
The freedom You've defined
Loosing chains, explaining grace
My heart never the same
Since You touched it and freed it
And for it staked Your claim
I tried to sing a song
Eloquent and refined
But it started off a mumble
An inarticulate unwind
But it ended in a heart-song
Whose words were simple so
But they filled my heart and lifted
True praises as
Eternity and Burnt Toast by gracelikerain316, literature
Literature
Eternity and Burnt Toast
How can I ignore each soul
That holds inherent eternity
Potential of the highest call
Or despair of deepest grief
A cosmic reality that stretches
As deepest calling unto deep
And yet I complain
About my burnt toast
And my sore throat
And my ink that runs dry
Like paper-thin gauze that covers
Stuck taut across my cheeks
Pin hole light, dampened breath
And limited oxygen supplies
Gasping for air-not-of-this-world
Tired recognition of compromise
And I find no words
And my throat hurts
And I'm late for work
And the pen has run dry
Lord, please be my centre
And may Your kingdom come
Let this reality's duality
Unveil before m
Ministering Tears
Long since I felt the rain,
Emotion without disguise
Falling soft the drops come
Quivering wells of my eyes
A song today has set them off,
A solitary trail upon my cheek,
The aching tears I held inside
Flow as my heart does speak,
And now they start they will not stop
For a downpour has begun
A hidden flood surprises me
Oh now, how they do run.
Big and small, lost dreams and hopes
From forgotten fountains flow
Then I hear Your sweet voice
As You call out - My Child, I know.
You know my very waking,
Vow to count my every tear.
Lord always You are with me,
Your presence quells my fear
And as each clear dro
The Drive Home
Desperate for You Lord,
Driving down the highway..
Singing Your praises
Like the fool that I am
for Your love.
And in the cars beside me
The sad faces glide by
But Your joy fills me up
Can't hold in this tide -
So Thankful
And Your canvas of sky
Still stretches above
And my breath it catches
On a scarlet cloud –
Of Sunset.
Bursting licks of flame
Each ray separates out
Like fingers of glory,
And I imagine
Your return.
With Longing.
Come Lord Come!
Don't accept distortions by gracelikerain316, literature
Literature
Don't accept distortions
Don't accept Distortions
Don't give me your simpering, weak floppy Jesus,
A man who spoke mystical truths in King James English,
Who never raised His voice beyond imagined impassive strains of meekness.
Don't give me the name it and claim it Christ,
Who hands out candy and cash to good girls and boys,
If they only knew how to have just enough faith
…and seed money.
Don't give me the "historical" Jesus, and
Whatever liberal jargon attached, a man who was
Really quite good, it's just that he never really rose again.
Give me the Truth, the Messiah, the Only Way, a Point of Exclusivity,
The Redeemer, The Servant, The King, The crossro
Prodigal shoes worn out long ago
Holes in the soles filled with dust and mire
That I've been standing in for years
Lust, deceit, filth mixed in with tears
Prodigal shoes worn out long ago
Are they enough to take me home?
But I am greeted at the gate,
On the way to the door
He told me I don't need these anymore.
And with His tender scarred hands
The rotten bonds He removed,
And the mire washed away
In His Blood.
So barefoot I tred on Holy ground
Restored by the King
To dance
In His courts of Love and triumphant grace.
I remember how I heard the call
That brought these prodigals shoes home...
Grace.
The Vase - My Reminder by gracelikerain316, literature
Literature
The Vase - My Reminder
Freshly cut flowers scented the room..
A Lie
Cleft from their mother, the blooms die,
Like us
Sweet smell of sin and fading beauty
Of death
Yet in the vase, nicely an erotic vision
We see
Would I rather this sweet moment
Than purpose
Graft me back into the One who gives
Us Life
To the Vine who brings not a moment
But eternity
Not to bloom just for now but for always
To Abide
In Him
Purity?
You tell me I'm beautiful,
A Princess,
That my life would have more value
If not defined
By sex
But all the works and self help
Can't change
The filth on my soul and the dirt of overuse
Sin and abuse
Stuck
So don't tell me theres hope
A checklist
Of purity and principle in
Ambiguity
Of direction
Because it's a lie without Jesus
The Christ
Hope alone in the blood that washes clean
Pure white
Instead
Self help won't ever help
Unless Truth
Shines through the message
In Christ
Alone
How can we get 'better'?
Without first
Acknowledging Him who first loved us
And died
To Redeem
Alive in Him now my stains are c
Star Songs
Wicked words drift out
Gasping mouth I close my eyes
How do You still love?
Hands twitch nails driven
Lots cast for cloak of the King
Father Forgive them
Scarlet drops - a tide
Redemption flows inside me
Freedom tears now fall
Lilting, hopeful song
Breath of birds carried on wings
Rejoice! the Light comes
Infinite brilliance
The stars sing Your radiance
And I will also.
I love you Lord Jesus.
Current Residence: Brisbane-town Favourite genre of music: rock, alternative and jazz Favourite style of art: photography (other peoples!) and poetry.. Shell of choice: Donatello's
Favourite Visual Artist
the Creator
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
(no particular order) Third Day, U2, Sons of Korah, Jars of Clay, Reliant K, Dave Crowder Band..etc
May already! Who'd have thought?
Happily living the dream at the moment. Enjoying married life and I am especially excited this week because I finally have a DSLR thanks to wonderful hubby.
Think I should be around DA a bit more again.. it seem to ebb and flow with me..
Here Am I.
I am looking back over this year and realising that it's been a year at 'school' for me in many respects. Who'd've thunk it? 28 and still figuring it all out! :o
I am finally on the other side of some pretty big decisions, but decisions that were big internally, not externally. The results will be external eventually I guess, but boy, the work was just waay down inside me somewhere.
Sometimes I think those are the decisions God must bring us to before we are usable to Him. Declaring again that He is first, and that He is worthy. And grasping that the cost is well spent of a life lived His way.
So, I feel like I'm breathing free