lessthansublime

Here I am again,
Once more caught up in sin
Always my captor, my leader astray
Forever I will fight it, until the grave
I wasn’t extremely off the cuff
But any sort of lacking is enough
To grow weaker little by little
More away from God, more towards the middle
I call this place less than sublime
It’s not crazy sinful, not a wretched time
However, things aren’t the same
As they were when I walked for his name
Oh that sublimity would once be mine
Oh that all else would be left behind
I know that’s only found in you
Once again, make my heart true
I long for your embrace, your tender touch
I desire your goodness, ever so much
Restore your servant to his proper place
Sitting before your throne, looking upon your face
The glory that’s there will keep me satisfied
Looking on very God, what more could I find?
And may I see my enemy ever clear
May I identify his cunning and never ever fear
For you are the Victor, the only God of strength
You beat him then, and will again at length
Help me trust more fully in these truths
Keeping me always, right next to You
I love you more than all things other
May you be praised, above all others

uncertainty

Oh could life’s path ever be
More confusing or hidden from me
For with every revelation or time of guidance
Comes further questions and difficult compliance
Would it not be much more kind
To know exactly how things will unwind
I’m not asking for total omniscience
Just a personal sort from whence
I could taste the certainty that we all seek
I’d be bold and strong and no longer meek
For I would hold the knowledge of the end
And even the middle and all subsequent bends
But alas uncertainty is my constant ally
He sticks around thus forcing me to rely
On one who knows how all things will be
Who possesses solely future’s key
He will provide and lead in his wisdom
I will follow his path and rhythm
Knowing always that this way is the best
As it focuses me on self less and less
And points me to faith in the one divine
Who works for my good, albeit often without signs

love

What is in this word called love
Does it draw its meaning from here or above
Let me seek to venture a guess
Would it come from perfection, or from this mess

With the higher origins now sorted
Perhaps further investigation won’t be thwarted
As to how this word of the vow
Exhibits its true self here and now

Love is hard and shaped by denial
The true seeking of another all awhile
You lay down your wants, your dreams, your very self
All for the benefit of someone else

It’s a rather hard thing to truly do
Perhaps that’s why its gotten right by so few
It doesn’t make sense in a world such as this
Always focused on me and my momentary bliss

But there remains hope for those willing to try
We must follow his example and to ourselves die
He laid aside all the glory and fame
Because of the love that so constrained

Such love, how vast it is
That very God would become man and die for sin
Nothing can quite compare to this
Our love is never greater than his

But we are called to follow his example
To love the whole world, not just a sample
And we are also given a privilege of grace
To be to a girl in Christ’s place

Not that we replace him fully
In fact, our goal is to point her wholly
Toward her Maker, Savior, and Paraclete
Because with them, we are not to compete

Instead we are to love like the anointed Son
To endure all things for the benefit of the one
Whom God chooses to be our partner in life
A newly formed team focused on glory and light

longing

It’s a difficult task I find
To be given a desire of such a kind
That you did not yourself generate
But once accepted you can’t consummate

Humility to the divine plan
A heart willing to take from his hand
Should not this affect developments
Oh God, does this make any sense

And then there is the ‘maybe’
The wait further and then we’ll see
This could more aptly be called
The origin of longing or desire-mauled

How difficult it is to wait
Especially when things seem beyond fate
Compound this with doubt and double talk
How on earth should I think or walk

I think on this land the answer is withheld
Only in the new does the solution dwell
It’s beyond my ability and power
Tis truly God’s appointed hour

Oh act for me, my holy Father
Oh make me hold the truth without falter
Help me in this time of longing
May for you I primarily be found fawning

j’attends

The work of the Lord is solely his own
He dictates and works from upon his throne
The glory and majesty of eternal divine
He translates into our space and time

This working happens behind everything
However most have no idea of this sovereign King
But for those of us graced to be sons
We know the truth behind every-thing/one

What sort of posture does this knowledge breed
Both for our heart’s desires and our needs
The answer is one based on God’s sovereign state
A Christians must pray, seek, and wait

Waiting seems a terrible lot
I want to act, to say I’ve fought
Maybe just to gain a quicker reply
Or perhaps so I can claim something as mine

Why do we protest the master plan?
Why don’t we submit with open hands?
Don’t we see that waiting on God
Allows his glory to shine wherever one trods

Only he gets the claim, the credit, the praise
When we wait on him and pray in his name
So, let us seek to wait on our Master
He still hears and works, even when we want it faster

surburbeast

Late in the watch was the stroll occasioned
Fearless the subjects and not without reason
Never at the now and never thus previous
Had encounter occurred with a hint of the devious
However this night was to be set apart
Twas to be our first meeting with the beast from the dark

The party was led, brave and carefree
When suddenly there rang out that which should not be
Curiosity, Fear, and Alarm came at once
The predator had been given a spectacular bunce
The moment has arrived, soon it would be lost
Action was required or heavy would be the cost

Quick was my reply, a deep roar from within
Alongside one ally cowered, while the other rushed in
No, said I, this was my battle to win
This beast is my equal and not yours, my friend

The fiend’s fierce retort in us shudder renewed
But no ground could be given, or else three would be two
My mind raced within me as I yelled as a man
We needed retreat to safety; we needed a better plan

Projectiles were the answer; they provided needed escape
Under their protection we hurried; we ran with mouths agape
We arrived safe and sound; the battle was won
The fiend we could kill later, after we had purposed a gun

pleasure

My gaze is set; steadfast is my sight
Focused solely on glory, on one so bright

fear

This is still in progress….

I’m in shock; it’s hard to feel
What just happened; can this be real?
Evil untold has reared its face
And come unexpected to this place.

I know the world was fallen in sin
But this is your church, how did it get in?
Especially transgression of this level
This wrongdoing smells of the devil.

A bitter odor to be sure
One that bestrides raw manure.
Oh, my God, in this I cannot see
How your plan could good ever be.

trial

Ugh, what a bunch of crap
Everything is awful–from first to last.
This life could be much easier, you know?
Just give me the reigns, let me run the show.

You could take the seat behind,
And watch my awesome plan unwind.
Be sure to let me know how it feels,
To not have control but just to deal.

I’m not sure what would become of the world as a whole,
but of this I’m sure, MY satisfaction would be full!
Ah, what a thought, evil though it is
Especially at a troubled time like this.

Alas, I’m human; I’m created
You are God; You orchestrated.
You are self-sustaining and needless of me,
I, unlikewise, am meager and weak.

I know this truth and want to submit
I deeply and truly want to repent.
Desires for holiness rage within
Oh, how I long to be free from sin!

But, do you want a performance, a show?
I’m not a good actor, but I can give it a go.
Or would you rather an honest heart,
Even one that flirts with the dark?

Be gracious, O Lord, and help me see
That you have a great plan indeed.
And while it’s easy to question and shout,
By grace through faith I need not doubt.

You are for me and desire my good;
Help that at last to be understood!
In particular the fact that my good is found
Within the proper response to one so crowned.

conflict

How is it that someone like me
One so mellow and carefree,
Can hurt someone that I love?
And worse yet, be unawares of
That which I did, that which was seen
As terrible and really quite mean.

You know me, friend, I’m on your side
Did you really think I was otherwise?
Do not believe lies such as these!
I truly am not one to tease!
Especially at a time like this,
When you were as fragile as a kiss.

I apologize for my unknown wrong,
Honest sorrow, that is my song.
Forgiveness is what I want, I need
I no longer want discord to impede
The friendship of strength that we once had
To have it renewed would make me very glad.