Find Me (Pleadings of a Savior)

I am the one door.
I am your only hope.

I was on a cross long ago,
But search for me elsewhere.

Find me in a child's laughter.
The resounding silence of the comming dawn.

Search me out in those you love,
Endlessly striving to be more than a warped mirror.

Most importantly search within,
For I am always so near.

Lukewarm

I imagine myself on a tall cliff.
On one side I see someone barely holding on;
White knuckles at the brink of exhaustion.
On the other side I see people with smiling faces
As they jump off fearlessly spreading their wings to fly.

I am in the middle.
I'm not struggling.
I'm not victorious.

I feel like a piece of parchement;
Once full of words, yet an eraser has been used.
What was once there is gone, yet the smudges remain.

I am lukewarm.
Not in my most important relationship,
My urgency for movement is lost.

So I sit on this cliff envying both sides.

Playing with tanks

As men mature, their toys only grow bigger and more expensive! This past weekend, I was able to play with a 70,000 lb 1940's Sherman tank. Did we get to shoot it you ask? Twice! My ears are still ringing!

Denial

Ashen cross smeared on my forehead,
A symbol of contemplation.

How can I understand perfection?
What is the value of priceless?

I can starve, I can sacrifice,
All the world can see my suffering.

As you hang on the cross looking down at me,
The rooster crows; my indifference becomes painfully obvious.

I stumble towards you in faith,
Teach me the feeling of nails in my hands.