A New Day
A new day,
Not just any day, but one that has never been before,
When there is possibility, unpredictability,
Already promised instore.
Should I not be anticipating,
Participating in what is about to occur?
Should I not be excited, feel invited, about finding new love?
Even for a day?
Like it was in the beginning, forming, rising up from the mud,
Taking a breath, perhaps a stretch, in order to find,
My strength, my vision, my reason in time.
Can I walk? Can I talk? Am I not alone?
Whispers as I’m waking, thoughts arising too,
Some good, some bad, some I wish I knew.
Finding my way, still darkness before day,
I begin with prayer, because I begin to hear,
A calling, a purpose, a voice I know in my ear,
It should arise, but for some, not so naturally,
Ever bearing, and for some, a difficult choice,
We will fly, but for some, not immediately,
Ever nearing, and for some, quick to rejoice.
Called to wait, the time effervescently,
Never fearing, and for some, difficult poise,
Called to state, the joy all enumerably,
Never tearing, and for some, quick to voice.
He’s there strong and bright from the moment I wake,
In His light I rise and bloom.
He lifts me up if I bend or faint,
In His love I am raptured and swooned.
When all seems dark, His light leads the way,
I follow after and I see,
The clouds disperse, His brightness reveals
All the colors heavenly!
Awakening to the truth that You love me,
Awakening to the reasons that You care,
Awakening to the faith that You are with me,
Awakening to Your Presence very near.
Awakening to the course that is beyond me,
Awakening to Your will that’s in my ear,
Awakening to the heart-felt night stirring,
Awakening to the Message in the air.
Awakening to Your love for those around me,
Awakening to Your safety over fear,
Awakening to Your desire for them to know You,
Awakening to Your purpose over there.
Awakening to the truth that it is finished,
Awakening to the call there’s more to bear,
Awakening to the news that still confounds me,
Awakening to the Gospel everywhere.
Searching for life and breath, reason and solitude, before motivation to move,
The Words on the pages, the gift of the Spirit, give me hope that I would,
Find the strength, the grace, the light of His face, the pleasure that soothes.
In the hour of need, seeking a measure of faith, before I start to bleed,
Having to endure in advance before I proceed, somewhat joyfully,
Imperfect yet, struggling internally, to believe what is truly divinely good.
Reality forcing the steps ahead, so I cannot hide from what I falsely dread,
Still on my pillows, mysterious in bed, with the billows unclear before me,
Situations untrue, fight infatuations not new, but wanting victory instead.
Growing up sure, even before the door, a spark of courage to lighten,
The loads of the day, the needle in hay, within me, to stay and brighten,
Any ounces of gloom or warnings of doom, on the way, that may suddenly
Spirit groaning is true, but it also renews, the faith I had just forgotten.
Now more able to breath, what I know I believe, as I bravely press on and
The way that is planned, before me at hand, I am finally strengthened and |
Now much more secure, as my faith endures, in the Man who was surely
I walk firmly towards, the snakes and boars, and bullocks all full of mocking.
The LORD builds it in, to lift up my chin, and to preach of all sins forgotten.
Faith speaks from within, of the Father’s win, eternal life through the Son
Believe Him when he says He loves you.
Believe Him because you know He is good.
Believe Him when he says He is counting,
Every strand of a hair, under your hood.
Believe Him when he says He is sufficient.
Believe Him when he says He understood.
Believe Him when he says He’s always with you.
Remember every day, He said he would.
Never alone, and yet I am searching for you more.
Baiting, and hating the times I cannot find the oars.
Prying, trying to pull the nails up from the floor.
Faking, waking so I can continue to explore,
How you are with me, even now, and even more,
Then I can feel, or see, as I pass out through the door.
Never alone, and yet I am yearning for you more.
Waiting, and hating delays for the abode that is yours.
Sighing, fighting inside the lies that keep me bored.
Faking, taking what I can until I am sure,
That you are with me, even now, as well before,
That I could feel, or see, as I came home through the door.
Saving the Moments
Every moment is gone, before it really begins,
Time slips by, without a “Hi”, missing you, missing Him, in everything.
So important it all seems, every else, every thing, in the moment that I’m in.
Busy day for the pay, always business here to stay,
Blocks the way, lost Today, missing you, missing Him, in every sin.
So important seems the pay, every penny, every day, in the business that I’m in.
Another weekend goes by, can’t I ever tell the time?
Will I learn, where’s my turn, missing you, missing Him, on a whim.
So important ideas seem, I forget, what I mean, in the mind that I’m lost in.
Many months slip by, every promise seemed a lie,
So, I said, went to bed, missing you, missing Him, once again.
So important though we wed, all the stuff, made it rough, in the time that we
Numbered years fly by, now we’re wearing a disguise,
Overweight, had no dates, who are you, where is Him, to the gym,
So important we begin, forget else, take a win, for a moment,
sink or swim.
Anniversaries now a high, how we hate to say goodbye,
Without freight, our best day, glad for you, thanks to Him, sing a hymn.
So important we rescued, all the vows we promised to, now in view,
Now our life is old times, having pleasures by your side,
Cannot wait, hesitate, all with you, all with Him, every day the aim again,
So important that we win, nothing else, now ourselves, every moment
that we’re in.
In the Wake
In the wake of suffering and death,
In whom can I trust and confide?
The anguish of my broken heart,
Where is My Comfort and Guide?
The troubles of my mind do race,
It is hard to sleep and quell,
The pain and lack of warm embrace,
Of one I knew so well.
When will all the mourning go,
When will the grief subside?
It is not for me to have no hope,
But for death itself to die!
I look again to my Savior's morn,
The new first day of the week,
When I peak and glimpse at the breaking light,
And find joy in the midst of the bleak.
Only soberly can we truly appreciate how glorious it is for us to gaze upon the
blazing light of the sun, warming and scorching simultaneously depending
upon where and when you sit. It is placed far enough to not wholly burn, but
close enough to love.
Of all God’s created bodies, it rises daily as a sign of promise to be known by
everybody, more than just a rainbow for a few, a taste of heavenly glory that
provides an eternal view. With it a warmth of soul arrives and draws us towards
the Glorious One.
Now that the blessed revelation of the Son has shown upon us, the true light
that displaces, now risen and ascended above us, through clouds and beyond
our sight, we await our glorious hope that has overcome death and sin’s plight.
He has entered into the Most Holy Place, brightening the face of all frightened
We shall forever behold the Lamb on the Throne who will replace the forgotten
sun, and so, we blaze ourselves around this hope until Revelation’s done. God
has chosen us and has therefore won for us such a great salvation. So, now with
soundness of heart and mind, we grow in warm appreciation.
Every morning new provides,
More ways to justly glorify,
The King who once was slain.
To satisfy the ghastly cost,
Of all who once were sadly lost,
Made perfect and through pain.
To rectify ancestral sin,
Death rooted him and deep within,
Since man betrayed his God.
Accepting tempted evil thoughts,
From serpent who did cunning taught,
To rebel against, he prod.
To trust in human and in self,
While losing all God's higher wealth,
He embraced his foolish pride.
The first of holy childlike ways,
Lost with virgin innocent days,
The grave then opened wide.
God’s promise was revealed that day,
Perfect plan all timeless laid,
The Son of God would die.
Be risen on the third again,
Cause true love never truly ends,
Though flesh be crucified.
God would welcome all who woke,
To voice of Holy One who spoke,
Responding to His heart.
For death could never separate,
From love eternal and the fate,
God desired from the start.
So, all would breathe new life again
Even through earth’s dirty end,
For the wage of death was stayed.
The Almighty saved us by His hand,
So woke will see the promised land,
This hope our wait each day
So, there’s nothing like the morning news,
That sings through blackbirds, even blues,
Announcing daylight’s sight.
For the Kingdom calls and then it rings,
To all creation’s little things,
Until it’s time for flight.
So, rise to glorify His Name,
For love of morning so He came,
The greatest gift is love.
As daylight lasts, but then does fade,
God’s Kingdom rings even in the shade,
The new morning sure to come.
Dawning of Age
The horizon speaks of more than a new day, but of an age now
The sunlight crown covers the head of the universe, now still
Its golden aura fills the dome, announcing the arrival of its
What can be said? What can be done? Who can resist His rule in
The galaxies bow down. Heaven lays prostrate.
He arose from the earth. The world is a new place.
His Dominion and Kingdom are forever!
Princes of the King
Strength arises as weakness fades, under the feet of the sons of
God, no longer mere men.
They trample on the skull heads of the enemy, cut off with the
Sword of the Spirit spoken.
They are taller because of it.
What is left to conquer?
They rule as Princes of the King, offering Him everything taken.
Fear has been crushed. Death has no rings.
In the spiritual distance, Heaven sings, of the victory and glory over the
sons of mere men, once been.