Reunited

 Eyes closed my chest begins to rise as it is flooded with Your presence. Fist clenched fingers extend reaching above to home. My body may be grounded but my soul rises higher and higher reuniting with the One whom IS. Oh how great is Your presence. Thank you!

Solitude Sunday

Weak inside I come to be rejuvenated. Confused I come here for answers. I look out and Your beauty binds my eyes closed. I sit blindly waiting for You to speak, waiting for Your peace to calm my restless spirit. I call out and You answer, You come to my rescue. I so desperately want to be where You are. No sooner are these words thought, when Your grace pours over me, through the walls and into my soul. Through You I feel peace again. Through these words I offer myself completely to You.

In my life be lifted high!

In my world be lifted high!

In my love be lifted high!

My Prayer

Behind closed doors I call out to You. With closed eyes I seek You. Hands open I feel You. It is time, time to travel to the hurting, the broken spirited, the discouraged. Enter as only You can, enter directly into the heart. Like the loving father who embraces his child with soft comforting hands, penetrate deep inside cradle these hearts that You have created. Let them feel You, let them be loved.

Moving On

I take a deep breath and remember what it felt like to be gasping for air. I lace up my boots and look back to when I could see bare feet walking across jagged rocks. I slip on my coat and think back to when I was cold and helpless. I look into the mirror and see a face, older then I remember, worn by many travels, heartbreaks, laughs, and meaningful conversations. I focus in on the eyes and can't help but remember a time when I saw unselfish love, viewed pain, witnessed strength, and felt hope. I reach for the door, on the other side lies another journey, more experiences and soon to me memories like these.

Parking Garage Prayer

Each time someone one walks across this bridge alone, reveal to them that You have not forgotten. Each time someone walks this campus and feels homesick, show them that You love. Each time someone looks at the lake, show them that Your beauty is endless. Each time a student tries to find a parking spot and there are none, show them that You are patient. Each time a group gathers on this campus, show them what it feels like to have community with You.

Airport Terminal

Standing headphones in the music plays as I survey the scene. Waiting in the line ahead I see a young couple. She leans in and slides her head up his shoulder, eyes fully locked on the one she loves. As her nose meets his neck I cant help but remember you. How you looked at me, how when you were with me everyone disappeared, how you were to short to reach my lips so you pulled me down to you. The song changes, I am brought back to reality, its time to board the plane.

Underneath It All

Escaping I search for You. I weave in and out increasing my speed with each heart beat, that beats for You. I arrive and open the gate looking down into the glassy mist I jump. Underneath it all I feel alive, my eyes are closed yet I can see the suns rays shine down and warm my body bringing peace to my soul. You are all around me and I feel safe. Down here I move freely like the strumming of a guitar my body moves back and forth as I rise to the surface for a breath of air. As I climb up the ladder and step out of the water, I am leaving more then just a swimming pool, I leave another experience with the one who loves.

Flip the Page

Dancing around in my head I battle as the beats get dropped. I try and synchronize my thoughts to the words spoken but not said. I wish I could tell you it wasn't your fault, I pushed and you wouldn't go, so I pushed some more, not wanting you to go. Why do I do this, this I am not sure, Is it the past that haunts, that causes me to fear, that stops me from loving past this certain point?

Lay Your Healing Hands On Me

Woman wanders the strip unsure, lost, searching, looking for a glimpse of hope. Lay Your healing hands on her. Man speaks loudly, working late tonight much like every night, trying to delay his trip home where he will be alone, always alone. Lay Your healing hands on him. A couple exits the car smiling, laughing, interwound in conversation, so that the rest of the world ceases to exist. Lay Your healing hands on them.

Pier Memories

I sit and listen, one ear hears music the sweet sound of two in perfect harmony, the other listens to the leaves brushing against the hard concrete as the wind carries them away. When the ear listens the mind wanders, back to a time when the night was just right, the moon out in full, lighting the vastness of the ocean, feet immersed in the cold soft sand, heart warmed by one embracing me tightly. For this I am thankful, to the One who created it all.

Moved by Compassion

You speak into my mind, touch my heart, and open my soul. You paint pictures by telling stories so that I may see that all along it was You. You were the painter, the author, the main character and the answer. You were the path, the father that felt compassion, the one who continually grieves for those that do not know. As a tear rolls down, I begin to understand, I begin to change, may this transformation continue to shape, that I may grieve the way you grieve for those whom are lost, that you desperately want found.