Maybe

Poetry

In some ways, I’m covered in my shame

In others, I sit comfortably in it

I’m beautiful and ugly

Holy and a wreck

I have grand visions

To heal the world

Yet, I stand still

Unable to take even the smallest step

I get filled up with love

Then act out on fear

I’m lead to a grand vision of faith

Yet find myself back here

Each day, in little ways

Maybe the tiniest movement will do

Choosing to do things different

Moving me closer to You

Love Without Fear

Poetry

Pain taught me to self protect

And it built its own defense

But now when I try to walk in faith

I’m trapped behind this fence

 

I push some people away

And hide away with You

Until I’m reminded hiding

Is not what You intend me to do

 

Exercise faith with courage

By loving without fear

Some of these people I’m turning away

Are blessings You planned for me here

A Word on Grief

Poetry

Please tell me there will be

another season around the bend

Tell me this heartache

will come to an end

 

So far its ceasing

has come and gone

And quickly reappears

before too long

 

Most may think

I should have already moved on

Truth is, I have.

But the pain’s still not gone

 

Matthew 5:4

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Revelation 21:4

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

Psalm 34:18

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.