Tuesday, August 21, 2007



"...I say today that I'm tired
of acting and practicing
practical applications applied
to improve my monetary station in life
cold blooded strangers telling me
what's wrong is right but that's not right
if that were right then I would take what's wrong
now I'm on the green path
I'm singing simple songs to the Son shine
my life's no longer mine
I'm water changed to wine
I'm pardoned for the crimes that I've committed
forgiven, forget it
I'm sick of my old skin
so I shed it..."
-Josh Garrels

Saturday, August 11, 2007

untitled.

i am mere dust
but you, you bring shape to my form

i am full of the world,
but you, you bring eternal perspective

i am covered in sin and full of pride,
but you, you brink the brokenness

i am non-deserving of this life,
but you, you have chosen me to live

i am selfesh and consumed and emotional,
but you, you bring grace and kindness

i deny you,i cheat on you,
i choose the world and deceit,
but you,you came and died on the cross
to raise my life from the dead.

You, you gave me hope and a future,
and life thats eternal.
it was you, you were the one hanging on that cross.
The agony and pain,for me.

that should of been me.
But you desired me even before i knew you.
The nail pierced my name that was written on your hand.

You, you were the one
who died to set me free.

And to you,
all i have to offer to you,
is me.

Who am I?
who am i to worship you,
to be chosen,
to have life thats everlasting.
who am i that you were mindful of me.

Your thoughts as you hung upon that cross
you saw my face, you knew my life
my cause even before the earth was created.

who am I?
who am i.

You are the one.
you are the one to be praised.
who am i?
i am nothing,
but you, you are the one...

you are to be praised. Forever.

please except my life,
for that is all i have to give.

Monday, August 6, 2007

He is to be praised.

give me neither poverty nor riches;
feed me with the food that is needful
for me,
lest I be full and deny you
and say, "Who is the Lord?"
or lest I be poor and steal
and profane the name of my God.
prov 30:8b-9


the weight that this passage carries simply describes my heart song. Reaching a different season, one in which is full of abundance. I do not want to reach that place that is full of blinded eyes and an arrogant heart, again. I want to remain in this season of desperation, and never leave the very presense of the one in whom in which i cling. Funny how once the storm clears we forget the fact that Jesus was the one to calm it. Or when the lies of the enemy take raging force, the giver of Life comes and breathes life again.

my cry, my plea.... is to remember the beauty and sweet grace that my most gorgeous Lord has bestown upon me during the past 3 months.
the nature of his character, the healing, his faithfulness, his father heart, the truth and depth to all that He is. its all so real to me now. and i never, ever, want to forget the blessings that he has so freely given.


who am i? that he is mindful of me.

i have seen Gods love, his faithfulness, the fruit of hardship, the pain that aches, and the arms that arent too short. I am a witness to his goodness... and am so humbled by his faithfulness.

He is glorious.
He is faithful.

I am so blown away by Gods love. and the fact that he meets us, where we're at. oh how i do not deserve the love of God... but he loves me, and all of my brokenness.