Free

Poetry

How free would I be if worth wasn’t measured in friendship

My value wasn’t defined by other’s views

My fulfillment not met by earthly dreams

My heart’s needs met by only You

How clear would my vision be if I erased the clutter

How light the load if I let the weights go

How patient the wait if I fully surrendered

How complete the path if I trusted all You told

Matthew 11:29-30

“Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”

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Tested Faith

Poetry

In the darkness, hope becomes visible

It’s the glimmer of light around the bend

In doubt, faith becomes tangible

Turning trials into a dearest friend

James 1:2-3

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance

Remember in the Dark

Poetry

I came into His inner room

And heard what He had to say

It spoke deeply to my heart

His love and grace were bright as day

Then as I was walking

Things started turning dim

Obstacles began contrasting

All I’d heard from Him

And then I could finally see

That this is where true faith begins

Luke 12:3

What you have said in the dark will be heard in the daylight, and what you have whispered in the ear in the inner rooms will be proclaimed from the roofs.

Blinded

Poetry

You were in front of me

Proving You’re true

Then You hid and allowed me to be tested

My blinders came on

And I forgot all I knew

 

James 1: 23-25

Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But whoever looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues in it—not forgetting what they have heard, but doing it—they will be blessed in what they do.

Baggage

Poetry

Leave your bag at the door

Leave your burdens

All you carried here

Think of them no more

 

Tomorrow when you come again

Leave it at the door

And when you leave

You may pick it up once more

 

My hope for you one day

As you’re treading back and forth

Is that you see it’s not required

To carry your bag from door to door