Feel their aching emptiness,
Hear their hollowness echoing,
Their cries for connection,
Sense people's intense longing
Believers act wisely in Believing,
Got to do the right thing,
Pray. Listen. Act. Keep praying.
See their coveting, craving,
The temptations lingers,
Strong urges long denied,
Notice hands are wringing,
Do not turn or run,
Pray on, find God's way,
Pray. Listen. Act. Keep praying.
We are all hitting bottom,
Souls around are dying,
Prayers for the wandering,
Hope must keep flying,
Get up, go on, share,
Find God's way through,
Pray. Listen. Act. Keep praying.
When I fail to do what God has told me is His work, When I close my eyes to people hurting, hungry, and lost, When I ignore the truth through God's eyes when saying I love Him, When I pursue man's idea of success pushing God's definition aside, All I've really done is prove to everyone that I've lied. When I have willingly entered into a covenant with God, When I have further prayed and pledged to follow His Word, When I blow one more chance, one more round as the Prodigal, When I carelessly forget my promises, in me I have shown Evil has won, My actions scream to all I don't appreciate anything God's done. When I choose unforgiveness, blindness and deafness, When I justify harm in any way to any other human being, When I take justice into my own hands and say its in God's name, When I am silent to protect my own status and skin, The winner's circle may be where I stand, but it is no win. When "things" become more precious to me than people, When color blinds me to humanity or power corrupts and devours, When I determine a persons character based on wealth or fame, All of these are my sins against mankind, and against the All Mighty, My decisions, my consequences, my greed, my turn from His Right. When in the fight to change everyone, everything to fit my perception, When because of my anger I have no glimmer of compassion or humanity, When all I do is scream to attempt to let others not be heard, When all I see is my agenda, what I have lost, my pain, my true heart, Here I have proven with actions how much of my life God has a part. ---dfav 01/23/2021
Someone, somewhere struggles beneath the load. A voice cries in the din of babble for help. Broken hearts know defeat and bitter disappointment. Ears bleed covered with scars from lies upon lies told. Are you the someone buckling and going down? Press on, Stand. Someone, somewhere is being beaten down. Voices silently plea, "Please, right this wrong." Believer's hearts sicken and struggle as we fall. Senses know the stench of cheap knockoff gowns. Are you the someone struggling to breath? Press on, Stand. Someone, somewhere looks up one more time. A voice calls strong and sure and heard right now. Broken hearts grasp one more hope to engage. Jesus is whispering, 'Press on, you are a child of mine.' When you've done all you can do to stand-- Press on, Stand. Listen to His word O wounded one, for He is here. With you to every corner and to the ends of the world. You are not alone regardless what human eyes see. He understands Your weariness, brokenness and tears. This world is not your home. Press on, Stand. ---dfav 1/22/2021
I don’t know who, and I will never likely know but someone, somewhere needs this reminder today. With all that’s going on in our world right now, maybe more than one someone. Even myself. Know that this morning someone, somewhere prayed that God would meet your needs, right where you are. May His blessings flow over you.—-dfav
We are all so wounded, All so sure our hurts, Our scars Are the worst, Deserve to burst All over everyone.
We are all so filled with hate, Though we claim we love, Our painted on Hearts and smiles Plastered for miles, Explodes, it's okay.
We are all so wrong, We won't admit it, We claim it is justified, The wrongs we commit The hate we submit, Who cares who it destroys? We are all flawed, All right and all wrong, All sinners saved by grace, God's mercies free to all, God's love meant for all Will we ever truly see?
Woke today and knew pretend had to be over, No more escapes into my imagination, No more useless wishes of rescue Regardless of its orientation, This escape hatch has to firmly close. Lord, yes, the Lord Himself knows the truth, He could choose to return the woman in me, He could restore all the bits and pieces, Yet He has said, "No," and let me be And I watch leftover memories flow away. Still stumbled through my day tripping over His call, My wheels stuck between disobedience and right, My wheels losing traction getting to the altar Then I could no more delay or fight, Today I have to banish you walking away in my mind. There are many tears I cannot yet cry Losses I cannot begin to understand But the innocent are safe and protected, No innocent blood shed by or on my hands, Love unspoken, deeds undone, freedom gained by incarceration. ----dfav 1/8/2021
We are here Lord, You, I and my failures, You, I and my sins Try as I might I can't go a single day Without reasons for guilt, Shame, Sorrow, Pain, Products of my stumbling. We are here Lord, You and I the consistent prodigal You and I the weak You and I the fumbling Can't go one day without wandering, Straying, Coming and going, Needing to grow up My history repeats. We are here Lord, You, I and second chances, You, I and grace You, I and mercy. You Redeem, You Love, You Gather, You Lead, For this is You and I. -dfav 1/8/2021
Inconsistent, Afraid of yet only unseen possibilities, Hand over heart Terrified of my part How will I stand? Wavering? Detoured from asking myself the question, Hiding in case I should see His face, Hear Him asking me. Ashamed. Putting pen to paper to communicate The question hanging, Enough it has me crying, For only You know. Begging, Because I know of the sins between us For You will I stand? Hold up head and hand? Or will I fold? Time marches. The world grows crueler, harder The end is visible Man destroys made divisible, You Lord are returning. Rapture. Until then Lord, strengthen me When the question Comes in a moment of great desperation, Jesus or Satan. Let it be, Only Jesus, Only Christ, Only the Holy Father Holy Spirit speak through me, "Jesus". -dfav 1/8/2021
So sorry God, it's been a little while, Since I was lucid enough to talk on these COVID-19 miles Quite some time with energy to search for Your smile. Best intentions mean nothing when, Circumstances get you all turned around, Even though you know grace has You found. This scary illness, it eats at me. Devouring me inside then out, "This is not how I want to go home" I shout. When food tasted like paste and salt, Ears plugged up with painful fluid, Eye sight faded in one eye, I wasn't lucid, Not once did You leave me alone, You did not abandon me or just let me be, You Yourself sent Your angels to guard me. Yet, You were always there beside me, Reminding me whose child I am again, No walking away from all You began. Thank You Lord, for getting us through COVID, Thank You for pulling me off the edge, Thank You for Your protective hedge. -dfav 1/5/2021
Because of my Father's love I am - FREE Freer than any freedom on earth For others can lock up the church's doors, Forbid worship, Abolish gathering in Your name. But, no one can force me to deny My faith, for though religion falls My belief in Jehovah soars. It can't be taken from my heart I can always cling to You, I can still trust in You, I can continue to believe in You, Whole or broken of missing limbs I can still stand for You. For it is in Jesus Christ I am truly free. Even when facing physical death, My loved ones threatened, used, Tortured, straved, made an outlaw, My physical body crumbling, In my heart, Though tonque silenced, Though eyes blinded, Abandoned to slowly die, Please, dear Lord, witness through me. In my heart I still trust in You, I still believe And in Your time Usher me into Heaven. -dfav 11/20/20, 1/12/2021
Forgive me Lord, For these thoughts are disobedient, They are not in line with Your word Not in sync with who You are. They dance in my head Fueled by basic human desires By all I don't have and think I need, Because I've been Longing for that which is not mine, Craving things, circumstances not mine. Free me Lord, For these thoughts are bonds of evil, Links of a chain bred in disobedence Forged with guilt and callousness. Thick, heavy, steel links, Welded together in willful thoughts, Because reality is hard to face, Pride is hard to swallow. Longing for pictures evil painted in my head, Craving tastes, circumstances rottening in my head. Wash me Lord, In the rivers of Your grace, Flowing from the fount of Your everlasting redemption. Shine Your light to bleach shame away, Remind me of Your truth I see the ugliness of my heart in Your word Because I chose disobedience. Longing to live in Your love as Your daughter, Craving home, circumstances mine as Your daughter. --dfav 1/3/2021