child, I am with you
in your despair
though you cannot see Me
I'm always there
I'm reaching down to lift you
from where you fell
My arms already hold you
keep you safe and well
I'm speaking, I am calling
- you just won't hear
no matter where you stray, love,
I promise to be near
darling, turn from sinning
and run to Me
no hole or wall can hinder
My love for thee
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
lifeless
hello my name is emma
i live in a hole
living for myself
has taken its toll
cold walls surround me
i cannot see
there’s a whole lotta space
between god and me
i sorta wanna stay here
the rest of my days
my memories of jesus
are veiled in haze
there’s nothing i can do
to save my soul
won’t somebody help me
get out of this hole?
p.s. the feelings described in this poem do not apply to my life now. they are based on last year, and since then Jesus has given me grace to love him again.
i live in a hole
living for myself
has taken its toll
cold walls surround me
i cannot see
there’s a whole lotta space
between god and me
i sorta wanna stay here
the rest of my days
my memories of jesus
are veiled in haze
there’s nothing i can do
to save my soul
won’t somebody help me
get out of this hole?
p.s. the feelings described in this poem do not apply to my life now. they are based on last year, and since then Jesus has given me grace to love him again.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Return to me, my love
She looks back at me, a guilty look on her face, as I stand silent, willing her to return to me, holding out my arms to her.
Return to me, my love.
She makes up her mind; she turns, grasping her lover's arm, letting herself be led away.
I know what she's doing. I know what she's thinking. She'll make up for it tomorrow, apologize until she's convinced herself she's blameless. She doesn't NEED to beat herself up; I'll forgive her freely... but the relationship won't be the same. She'll be distracted, dissatisfied. She'll leave again. It will become harder and harder for her to resist temptation. She'll forget what our love used to be - peace, ecstasy, satisfaction. She will drift, she'll be unhappy, for no lover can promise her the faithfulness I lavish on her daily.
Return to me, my love.
She is my bride, my love, my image. She is mine and I am hers; I delight in her being, in her passion, in her joy. I am the bridegroom; she is my friend. I watch over her, care for her, provide for her. I hold her in my hands, draw her close to me in my arms. I am strong. I am merciful. I will never leave her nor forsake her. I am faithful despite her unfaithfulness. I am forever. I am God.
Does she know it is I who satisfies? Does she know it is I who is good?
I am her knight in shining armor, who rescued her from the mighty dragon, who loves her more than anyone else could.
I love her.
I LOVE her.
I took away the blood-red stain of her impurity and clothed her in bright white love. I gave my very life for her.
I will continue to pursue her. And I will never let her go.
Return to me, my love.
She makes up her mind; she turns, grasping her lover's arm, letting herself be led away.
I know what she's doing. I know what she's thinking. She'll make up for it tomorrow, apologize until she's convinced herself she's blameless. She doesn't NEED to beat herself up; I'll forgive her freely... but the relationship won't be the same. She'll be distracted, dissatisfied. She'll leave again. It will become harder and harder for her to resist temptation. She'll forget what our love used to be - peace, ecstasy, satisfaction. She will drift, she'll be unhappy, for no lover can promise her the faithfulness I lavish on her daily.
Return to me, my love.
She is my bride, my love, my image. She is mine and I am hers; I delight in her being, in her passion, in her joy. I am the bridegroom; she is my friend. I watch over her, care for her, provide for her. I hold her in my hands, draw her close to me in my arms. I am strong. I am merciful. I will never leave her nor forsake her. I am faithful despite her unfaithfulness. I am forever. I am God.
Does she know it is I who satisfies? Does she know it is I who is good?
I am her knight in shining armor, who rescued her from the mighty dragon, who loves her more than anyone else could.
I love her.
I LOVE her.
I took away the blood-red stain of her impurity and clothed her in bright white love. I gave my very life for her.
I will continue to pursue her. And I will never let her go.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
the wall - a drabble of 100 words
I can’t find him. He isn’t anywhere.
Status updates. lol. Youth Camp photos. Friend requests. Profile pictures. Wall posts. Updated? Three minutes ago.
Look deeper.
Photo albums. Mutual friends. View videos of me! Tag this picture. ttyl. Flare. Bumper Stickers. Edit profile. 500 comments. 8 billion thumbs-up.
Deeper.
Blog posts. Top 10 friends. Quizzes. Wall-to-wall. omg! i’m a sagittarius! ur a dinosaur! haha :) whats up, cutie?
Three hot boys like your profile picture. You don’t know them.
"Write something!"
OK.
WHAT IS THIS CRAP? WHERE'S THE ETERNAL VALUE?
Who ARE you?
Where is HE?
I can’t find Jesus on facebook.
Status updates. lol. Youth Camp photos. Friend requests. Profile pictures. Wall posts. Updated? Three minutes ago.
Look deeper.
Photo albums. Mutual friends. View videos of me! Tag this picture. ttyl. Flare. Bumper Stickers. Edit profile. 500 comments. 8 billion thumbs-up.
Deeper.
Blog posts. Top 10 friends. Quizzes. Wall-to-wall. omg! i’m a sagittarius! ur a dinosaur! haha :) whats up, cutie?
Three hot boys like your profile picture. You don’t know them.
"Write something!"
OK.
WHAT IS THIS CRAP? WHERE'S THE ETERNAL VALUE?
Who ARE you?
Where is HE?
I can’t find Jesus on facebook.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
A tribute to Youth Camp - a drabble of 100 words
One hundred and three campers rise from their seats, like a wave.
It breaks.
Mouths open; hearts sing. The Spirit moves, God speaks. Joy erupts, passion builds, hands rise, tears fall…
A voice. A doubt. Is this for real?
My heart laughs in ecstasy: Satan, you have lost! Sin’s fleeting pleasure cannot compare with THIS joy, THIS love, THIS Savior! Come, doubt! Come, temptation! My Lord will have victory! My Savior is my all!
My spirit soars. My soul shouts, Rejoice!
Another voice.
THE STEADFAST LOVE OF THE LORD ENDURES FOREVER. DEAR CHILD, REMEMBER.
I laugh. I cry. I dance.
It breaks.
Mouths open; hearts sing. The Spirit moves, God speaks. Joy erupts, passion builds, hands rise, tears fall…
A voice. A doubt. Is this for real?
My heart laughs in ecstasy: Satan, you have lost! Sin’s fleeting pleasure cannot compare with THIS joy, THIS love, THIS Savior! Come, doubt! Come, temptation! My Lord will have victory! My Savior is my all!
My spirit soars. My soul shouts, Rejoice!
Another voice.
THE STEADFAST LOVE OF THE LORD ENDURES FOREVER. DEAR CHILD, REMEMBER.
I laugh. I cry. I dance.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
beauty lost - a drabble of 100 words
The sun sets over the still, green-gray waters of the North Atlantic, sending rockets of pink and periwinkle ricocheting through the sky. A sea breeze envelops her face. She closes her eyes, breathes deeply, feels the sand sift through her toes.
She can’t help but wonder how this sunset would explode with glory if she – if all mankind – had never sinned, how all creation would embody the holiness of the Creator. She’s awed by unimaginable splendor.
A wave breaks along the shore.
She weeps. Not for the beauty before her, but for the beauty of God. Beauty, in creation, lost.
“For now we see in a mirror dimly…” (1 Corinthians 13:12)
She can’t help but wonder how this sunset would explode with glory if she – if all mankind – had never sinned, how all creation would embody the holiness of the Creator. She’s awed by unimaginable splendor.
A wave breaks along the shore.
She weeps. Not for the beauty before her, but for the beauty of God. Beauty, in creation, lost.
“For now we see in a mirror dimly…” (1 Corinthians 13:12)
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