Tag: life

Beauty in the Pain

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In painful labor, filled with agony
Mingled with joy, as soul is brought fourth
Into world for first time
There is, both pain and beauty as

Life is welcomed in

As promise born, millennia before
Comes to fruition in the cries
Of small, baby boy
The Messiah come to earth to save

To bring to life those dead

And too, years on
As promised in Scriptures written
Long before He walked the earth, that baby now a man
Suffers and bleeds, in pain and torment

Bringing life to the world

As He bleeds upon the ground
Beaten, bruised, and shattered there by men
In all the pain and torment, in the agony and gruesome scene
Still, there is beauty as

Savior bears the weight of sin

There on the tree, as He hangs
Suffocating from the weight
Of own body and of sin
He dies, the earth shakes

And death is defeated

For that man, once infant born
To virgin in a stable
Was no ordinary man, no ordinary person sentenced
To die by crucifixion

He was not just a prophet
Nor was He one of many
He was, as He said He was
The very Son of God

Come to bring life to the earth
In infant’s cries, and final shout
As veil rent in two
All the earth was paid for

Every soul redeemed by that Man, the perfect One
Who died in our stead
That every man, who calls on Him
And acknowledges His sacrifice

Could be, brought into Life
Out of sin, into Him
Made whole and perfect by His blood
By His tender mercies

For such is He, our God who came to save
And makes beauty in the pain

The Heartbeat

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Feel that beating, feel that thing that from within you beats
Feel it push life throughout your body and
Feel it keep you walking forward

That beating, that throbbing from within your chest
Is not, just accident or
Miracle of nature

It is, purpose
Beating from within you and
Pushing you forwards to

Find the One who set it beating

For it is not, as some may say
A product of accident or
Any brilliance of nature or men

It is, the product of
Careful planning and instruction and
Intricate design

Fashioned by One, who us above
Who placed that heart within you that
Is beating continually

But why, you ask
Is such a thing inside of me
How could there by life, above men

How could there be a Creator in Heaven?

That, my dear friend
Is a beautifully complicated question that
Is yet so simple to answer

There is a God, who
In Heaven dwells
Who made Heaven and earth and

Crafted you, dear child, so intricately
And gave in you, a purpose, a desire to
Find the thing that made your heart beat

To find Him who gave you life

For there is, in every soul
A longing for one, or something greater
For something more than daily toils

There is, in every heart
An insatiable desire to
Find something, anything

To bring you peace and purpose in this life

Yet this thing, is often sought but
Often overlooked in pursuit
Of things easier or more comfortable

For men would rather look to world, and all the sin within
Than look up to Him above
Who crafted us in our mothers’ womb

For it is easier, at times
When faced with pain and suffering of this life
To run to drink, or lust, or friend,

Or anything at all to make us numb
To that which we cannot hide from
From that emptiness inside

For see, every man
Every soul born on earth
Is born into sin, as children of the world

Lost, without a way
Desperate for a Savior, they do not know
Needing something, anything to fill the void

Only One can fill

For we were made to worship Him
And find this God in Heaven
Yet when sin entered earth, we favored self and

Wanted to be like God

So we became flesh, mortal
And bound to death and sin
In our rebellion, we chose to deny Him and live for ourselves

And live mortal lives, bound in sin
That can only end in death
And in eternal torment

But even though, we did all this
Even though we ran away
Our God, whom we deserted

Still came for us

He did what we, could not and took
All our sins away
Upon His back, on the cross

That we may live as His, once more
For all eternity.
He bore our sin and shame

He took our every hurt

And gave Himself, in place of us
That we wouldn’t have to bear the weight
Of justice we deserved

For crimes against His Name

He took upon Himself
Our every rebellious doing and
Washed us, and cleansed us

With His Holy blood

That we could walk, with Him once more and
Be in fellowship with Him, our God
Our Glorious Creator!

So what, you may ask
Does all this have to do with me?
Why should I bother, believing such things

What can this God do for me?

That, is a question, I cannot answer
Only He, above who died and rose again
Can answer such a pondering

For it is He, who calls to men
And invites them to Himself
It is He, who gives them purpose and

Changes hearts of men
To beat for something greater than themselves and
To be no longer bound in sin

So instead of answer this question, only One can answer
I will tell you how to find Him
This God I speak so highly of

And honestly, it is not I
But One Above speaking through me who
Alone can save, and show His light

Only He can change men’s hearts!

I am just the messenger, but
I do know where to find Him
Or rather, how to be found by Him

Take a moment, in quiet place
Or in quietness of mind
And simply ask, this God above

To make Himself real to you
To speak to you in this moment
Even if you are doubting of His existence or great love

For this God, He is, One who delights in showing Himself
To those who want Him to
I know He pleasures when, men do come and

Ask to hear His voice

So I cannot tell you what will happen but
I promise, if you come and ask
For Him in quiet place

And lay down all agendas and, really look at self, and see the need
For something more than world can offer
For more than brokenness and pain

I know, and I promise, without doubt
Or any hesitation that
He is good. And He is faithful

To keep His promises and
Stay true to the goodness of His nature
And He will not ignore, a quiet voice or

Desperate scream in darkest night
For Him to come and meet them and
To make Himself known

For He is not passive, Him who gave us heartbeats
He is not lofty, though He is holier and more glorious
Than we could ever know

And He is, so much higher, so greater than
Any thought or man of earth or heaven
And is beautiful and terrible

And to be revered and feared

But He is, not uncaring
Not unseeing of your pain and
Not unknown to your days

For He made you and,
Is always present
And He knows all you’ve ever gone through and

All you’ve ever lost

And He, can be
He is, so much more
Than we could ever ask or know

And He will fill up, He will heal
Every hole, and broken place within us that
Can in no other way be fixed

For He crafted you, in mothers womb.
You are not alive by accident or
Born without purpose

For that same God, who painted stars and
Ordered galaxies
Has made you, simply because

He delights in you and
He knows your every thought and
Every beating of your heart

And He knows you, better than you know yourself
So please, consider Him and
Listen to His call

For He has died, to make a way
For you to be His own
He has made you, so intricately and

Has not formed you by accident

So no matter what life has taught you or
No matter what men have told you
No matter what lies you believe, or whisper to yourself

Know that there, is a God in Heaven who
Loves you more than words can say
More than you could ever know

And He is calling to you,
From beyond your hurt and pain
And He is offering, all He is and more

He has made Himself available
So if come, and call on Him
And simply say His name and ask Him to

Make Himself real to you

I promise that, He will answer
Though often not as we expect
And if you come, and lay your all

And surrender at His feet
And confess, your every sin and
Declare you are in need of Him

I promise He will meet you and
Make Himself real
And He will take you, into His arms and

Make you whole, by His hand and
Overcome you with His love
And He will do, as none but He can do

And bring you home, where you belong
And fill the emptiness within
And make you, His own

Belonging to this Savior, this Creator

That you may know, Him who gave you beating heart
Him who gave you purpose and longing for
Him and Him alone

Who died, to make you whole And
Who formed you in your mothers’ womb
That you may know, just why you were created

That you may know how much you are valued and
Prized in His sight
That He may make you clean and

Pure within His arms and
Make you new, beneath His blood
And give you heart of flesh, that you may know

The goodness of the Creator and
The love of this Savior who
Is calling out to you

And you can find Him and
Let Him catch you with His love
If you simply come to Him, and ask for Him

To make Himself known

Simply call, in repentance and
In absolute surrender and
Ask for Him, who alone can save

For Him, this Jesus

Who alone can satisfy~

Lost in the Snow

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Lost in the snow, I wander aimlessly
Searching through the winter cold
For any sign of life

But alas I am met with nothing but
The cold reminder of my isolation as I
Journey, every through the winter and

Wander through the snow

All around me is fields of white
Barren, without life
The world around frozen in a sleep like death

With none to hear me cry

I journey, still forward
No where in sight to find shelter
No where to run from the bitter cold

That inside me rages as a winter storm
And leaves me cold and empty
As this world encased in ice

I have, no where to turn
No where to run from my iniquities
That swirl around me, as a mighty wind and

Trace my shaking form with icy crystals
Slowing weighting me down, with garmet of
Death and sorrow, making me

Wish to fall asleep in the drifts of ice and cold
That around me sit so barren, so dead
As I am inside my fragile heart

Broken by the world and
Weighed down by my iniquities
I am utterly alone, to face them

No one to save me from myself

Where can I go? This winter storm, it follows me
And rages on inside my heart
Slowly killing me, with cold of death

For want of life I have never known, and
Denied in life before this winter
Found me out for my crimes

Now, where can I go
All is helpless and dead around me
Cold and broken as I

Who can save me from this winter, who can save me
From the death I so willingly chose
In my fleeing from the Light

The Light, I no longer see it
It fell below horizon and
Will not rise above this death

For I denied it, I told it no
And said I did not wants it’s power, nor it’s fire to save me from
This winter I am so lost in

Suddenly, my eyes grow heavy and
Darkness takes me as I fall
Headlong into snow drift and

Give up the fight against the desert around me and
Surrender to this icy death
I chose in my forsaking of this Light

As I drift softly into slumber I
Am suddenly seized by realization that
This is the end, there is not going back

I am to die alone here in this winter and
Never again see the Light, only death
And hellfire, as barren as

This winter I have chosen

As I lose all fight within me and
Surrender to my willing fate
I feel, upon my numb face, a familiar glow

Of a Light I once forsook

It stands above me now, through the snow fall and
Gazes down at my dying figure
Alone, and desolate, in bank of snow

Drifting off to death in defeat

It suddenly, does a thing I
Would never think it would
Instead of leaving me, to die as I deserve and

Wanted for myself, through choices and
Willing surrender to the darkness and
In deliberate fleeing from the Light

It takes a part, of itself and
Places it around me
Like a cocoon, or safety net I

Am suddenly surrounded by this beauty of
The Light I never knew, and denied
In my life away from it

It wraps around me and
Whisks the death of my trembling skin and
Brings life, back into my feet

Long numb by this bitter cold

And suddenly I see
As I am flooded by the warmth of this Light
That what was wrapped around me, now looks like me

In appearance of a man

Who now bears, this cold and numbness I carried and
Now bears the weight of this icy death
I so willingly deserved

As I try and shout after it, it
Goes down the path I was meant to walk
To death and pain, for crimes and did

Against its Own Holy Light

And yet now I, am without cold and
Am free from icy shackles and
Now feel alive again, by power of

This Light that took my place

That now walks down that wandering path and
Goes to die as I should have
Beneath the weight, of icy death

Beneath the sorrow and the sin I committed and
So willingly committed in life

I look to the Light that, above me stands
That gave this piece of itself, that now walks
The road I should have and

Suddenly see, that it too, still remains
Here with me in the storm
Brought on by my own wicked heart

I tell this Light, not looking at it for
Light too brilliant and glorious
Radiating from its form

To leave, and go
And leave me here and
Forget I ever was

To go instead, and spare the One
That part of itself
That still walked deeper into winters night

To die as I deserved

But the Light does not look at me, it
Instead seems to beckon me to watch, as piece of it
Takes what I should have and

Dies in pain, on an icy drift and
Is consumed by death and my own sin
That raged all around me and

That I should have borne the sentence of

I run, not knowing what else to do
After this Light, in form of man
That now lay dead in the snow and cold of my

Own wicked and sinful heart
That I should have died in
I who committed them and

Danced with them in life

But still, there He lays
Before my eyes, now turning purple and
Blue from winters cold and

Now dead, as I deserve and
Now dead in my place
For me. For me.

Who alone deserved this winter and
Cultivated it, in life and
Fed it with lies and deceit and

Wished it rage, that I could have
Some pleasure in my life and
So deny, this Light that now lay

Dead before me in that drift

I bow my head, a moment and
Cry for this One I never knew
The One I never wanted

Yet, this winter too
Cries out with water and
Begins to melt, around me as

The Light inside the dead man begins to burn
Brightly as the sun

I step back in awe, as form of man
Is blazing bright as Light and
Seems to be, melting this winter I chose and

Undoing the death I chose myself

And suddenly, I see that I
Am no longer clad in icy shackles but
Free to run, and dance in sing

In this world made green by He, this Light
Who became a man, and dies for me
By Him who took this winter and, gave me marvelous light

And found me in, my winter storm
And set my feet to dance, no longer bound
In icy chains

For that Light, made flesh became
I saw with my own eyes
As Him, who died, was lifted up And

Made alive by power of that Holy Light
That still blazed inside Him and
Was, Him, in a way

For He was of that Light

And He, was made alive again, by beautiful power and of Life
And enthroned, in High places, with the Light who made Him so, with His Father who
Was for all eternity

And He now is, enthroned in Heaven for
All eternity
For He came, and died for me

The one lost in winter and
Gave me spring, by His life and
Made me new, in Him forevermore

That I could dance, beneath His Light and
Praise Him who died for me
And live forever, with the One

Who saved me, the one who was lost
In winter of my own making
That I could be His, the very Light

Who formed the world and gave me spring
For my darkest winter and
He who made me alive, forevermore

And found me in my darkest winter
And made me alive, and mine no longer but
His own. Saved by Him

Who turned my winter into spring