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Friday, January 31, 2014


"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you,
and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." - Matthew 11:28-30

Days go by and turn into weeks
They take a toll on my soul
And the nights become beastly
Awakened in the early hours
By thunderstorms and cold showers
Of sweat soaking in bed sheets
Body fatigued from the lack of sleep
And since I'm being honest
I'm never really honest
I've made up my mind and my bed
And they're way too close to the furnace
This heat on my face
Has got me wondering where the grace is
Now, I'm contemplating a way out
(The kinds of thoughts I haven't had in years)

My work seems fruitless
The Adversary is ruthless
He may very well be a barking dog
But he's far from being toothless
Breathing in, breathing out
But this ain't what I'd call living
I can't find the words of gratitude
For the gifts I've been given
Money can't save me
Because my bills ain't gettin paid either
"The Lord is my Shepherd... "
But sometimes I find it hard to believe Him

My girl is still trippin'
So I think I wanna leave her
It's ignorance on fire
And the whole world's got the fever
Stuck in the middle
Between silver or salvation
I'll be thirty pieces richer
Dying on a reservation
Or I'll be living in paradise
On a permanent vacation
When I hear it that way
Why's there so much hesitation?

We only have one life to live
And time never likes wait
Lord, I'm too weak to do this on my own...

Thank God it's Friday.

Soli Deo Gloria,

Friday, January 10, 2014


As the clock strikes midnight
The bell tolls
And the curtain closed
Enter the dawn of a new day
Yet another chance at finding
A better way of existence
To become complete
To be more consistent...

But can the art say to the Maker
"Why have you made me this way?"
His ways are not my ways
Could it be that the imperfections
That I detect are indeed
A thing...of beauty?

Suited for the tapestry
Into which they have been placed
Bringing character through
Tension and grace
Every shadowed line of my face
Tells a story -
Subtle shades of mercy
That play off of the light

The canvas of my skin
Stretched and healed over time
To err is certainly human
But the salvation so sublime
While just over the horizon
To me remains the unknown
Providence paints away in every corner
Creating a masterpiece within my soul

(cf. Psalm 139:14; Romans 9:20-24; 2 Corinthians 4:7; Philippians 1:6)

Soli Deo Gloria,

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