Broken Locks

Dented and rusted,
Purpose is forgotten.

Doors sway at the mercy of the wind;
No one cares if they should be open or closed.

It's so easy to ignore the broken;
Keys aim for the shiny new.

A little oil reveals,
A broken lock really isn't broken at all.

Keys

They come in all shapes and sizes,
Some are intricate, others dull.
All have the same purpose.

One may fit many locks,
While others only one.

Tumblers dance over the edges of the key;
Where they stop decides between approval and rejection.

Only those that turn the key will ever find out.

Contrast

There is a bar that we all associate with. On left side is the shy...the kind..the caring. On the other side is the Boisterous, the outgoing, the selfish. Why is it that men and women are so attracted to the right side, yet they hope for a relationship that ends up like the left side? Men and women rarely date friends that they've known for a long time, yet they tell everyone that they want their boyfriend / girlfriend to be his/her best friend?

I understand that this isn't always the case, but it's my predominant observance of the people around me. I dont know where I fit in the mix...probably much too far on the left hand side, which brings excellent chances of friendships instead of relationships. I absolutely abhor fakeness...I dont want to change who I am.

Distractions

I stare at the surface of the glass,
Instead of beholding what is behind it.

Faced with beauty incarnate,
I desperately search in vain ignorance.

Singing only to hear my own voice,
I miss the opportunity for my sole purpose.

Is it so hard to comprehend unhappiness?
I bow at your feet from anguish self inflicted.

Teach me focus.
Give me hunger.
Let me breathe just a little while longer.

Purposeful Rejection

Tears mix with dirt as the
Boot presses painfully on my head.

There's nothing wrong with me.

So hard to breathe because
My heart is made of lead.

Transparent skin shatters revealing a
Soul bared to the cold.

Where is your comfort?

Old feelings forgotten,
Rushing in like a broken dam.

I can bear the pain if I know it's purpose.
Oh Lord, please give me understanding.

sickness

How are you guys feeling? My head feels like a baloon...
I am so glad it's the weekend tho!

Listening to Micah

I have served this man for my entire adult life.
They call him a prophet...
My friend Micah says that he's crazy....

This morning as I prepare to break my masters fast, I hear a noise outside.
Squinting in the sunrise reveals a large force of Arameans!

I knew why they were there.
King Aram has found out.
Found out that my master warned the King of Israel.

In terror I rush back in and awake him.
"Oh, my lord, what shall we do?" I ask.
In amazement I see him get up calmly and smile.

He leads me outside and puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't be afraid," the prophet answered.
"Those who are with us are more than those who are with them."
YES.....Micah, why didn't I listen to you?

He chuckles and begins to quietly pray.
"O LORD, open his eyes so he may see."



Micah still doesn't believe me, but I cannot deny my own eyes.
I am a servant and my master is the prophet Elisha

The Tightrope

One foot in front of the other,
Not so hard if you think about it.

Actually, it is hard,
Hard when so many eyes are watching you..
They believe you are confident.

So high up, they can't see your ragged breath.
They can't see the beaded sweat on my forehead.

No chance to turn around,
No chance to stop.

Only when I run out of options,
Only when my energy is spent do I close my eyes.
Faith tells me the net is there.

One foot in front of the other,
Never easy, always possible.


I am able to do all things through him who gives me strength.
Philippians 4:13

Swoosh

Think deeply about your actions,
but not too deeply.

Push the limits of understanding,
Put everything to the question.

Drink fully the cup of life;
Take its dark wine into your soul,
For it passes round the table only once.

We were meant to live

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live

November 7th
Stafford Centre
Switchfoot Concert

The concert rocked, but the most memorable thing for me was the ending of Meant to Live.
Jon pointed the microphone out on the crowd...the band got quiet..and a couple thousand people sang "We were meant to live" over and over.....
I closed my eyes and listened.

I talked to God and said "I know it was supposed to be different...."
He said: "Dont worry, I'll take care of it soon"

Faceless

With Raised hands,
I'm the embodiment of worship.
A perfect statue for all to see.

Hammer strikes chisel
My practiced appearance fractures.

Why do I doubt the Master Artisan?
His eye holds my true form,
His aim is absolute.

I concentrate on the surface blemish,
You attack the flaw in stone.

Please Lord, finish the job
and make me Faceless.

The Flat tire

One night a few years ago I was driving down a old road on my way home from church. It was about midnight..the sky was clear, I could see the stars very well.

I hit something really hard in the middle of the road, and it blew out one of my tires. Not only did it flatten the tire, but it dented the rim. I got out, pulled the spare..and it was flat as well. I dont remember why, but I was in a bad mood that night. On that dark empty road I looked up and screamed at the top of my lungs "WHERE ARE YOU NOW WHEN I NEED YOU?"

Not 5 minutes later I saw a car driving down this road. An older gentleman got out, took one look at my tire and said "I can fix that!" He grabbed the tire and we both went to his house (less than a mile away)..

He pulled out a mallet, bent the rim back to shape, inflated the tire and returned me to my car. After seeing that I could finish the job, he shook my hand and left.

What are the chances of that!
God is so good...sometimes He whispers, sometimes His actions scream so loud.
Do you have a story similar to this?

Foundations

We fly into your branches,
For we know you will protect us.

Shelter from rain,
Source of nourishment.
A place of community.

From afar we see you as a landmark,
We will not loose our way.

Flying so high at times,
Tumbling to the ground when least expected.

The years have gained you deep roots,
We must rely on you till our wings are sound.

Strong winds flood this season of our lives,
You are our foundation.