Talk to Me

Talk to me,

Pick your hope

from the spring meadow

and talk to me awhile.

Sing your song that got

you through

those trials.

Let every word

you speak

tell me who

I’m supposed to be

Let your words spoken

(In truth)

lead me to be free.

Talk to me for awhile,

talk to me.

Joy in the Fight

When sun has cast its light,

and joy I wear as crown-

there’s dominion in the fight

and my sorrows they are none.

So much is unspeakable,

glory gives its light;

My praise a rising geyser,

tremendous in its height.

Clutch

Clutching these reins in the whirlwind,

an impossible feat-

your hands, they guide, they hold me,

I can run, I can think, I can meet.

With you my God, my cries to you,

straight from my pounding heart-

a dancing, desperate storm;

( my heart is shredded to pieces, wounded by pride

at enemy’s feet.)

My Whole Heart

Let my song rise to you,

a praise with all my heart.

In these tunnels I run through

hold to you, a start.

May your love be what

I cling to,

clasp my hands in yours.

Running through prism-laced dew

my spirit runs and soars.

Quartered Heart

The ropes!

Tiptoe through

minefields

tumble off

the fence

(Side you chose)

Bitten lip and

singing faith

charms distract

sing and let your ear

capture

A sirens voice,

echoing in my head.

Purge Pride

Tears water soul-

vomit pain and pride

a wandering heart,

fetters-

Please-

Protection-

forsake my Savior’s

stabbed side of protection.

Shift set to

self-will.

Driven to tarry shore,

Stuck in black, sticky lava.

Loyalty

Promises now fulfilled in you,

a love and purpose found in you.

Breath you have breathed into my lungs,

to sing you this song to overcome.

Tenacious i cling to world and old,

You chide for me to finally let go.

AND THE EVENING, AND THE MORNING…

Swirling, clear vapor-

palms, Words,

separate water from

water,

light from

darkness.

(and God saw it was good).

Director tongue

Guides, seas caught up,

gathered.

In it all, the milky moon

candle-flamed sun,

Cocoons, pods,

protect seeds

(be fruitful, and multiply)

at a breath, downy feathers,

Smooth scales,

land animals, Stout and Slender,

lines and angles and curves

(and Adam named them.

Adam their prince).

IDOLS

Idols fail to deliver,

faith can’t just spring from a song.

The cisterns I choose are broken,

if with Jesus I don’t walk long.

Empty is life without Him,

with these great incurable fears-

Eternity separation from him,

Eternal are the years.