Masquerade

image

Show yourself
Put down your gun
Reveal your soul
All the damage done
Whistle the wind
down the ally-way
Rustling the leaves
that cover your fate
Take off the masks
Every one you wear
The phantom colors
All the fragrant Aires
When the music plays
It breaks your heart
So many years
alone in the dark
Step into the light
Out of shadow and shame
Raising your eyes
to a horizon of change
Seeking the truth
The price has been paid
But the tempest still rages
and your plans are unmade
Till the music returns
like nails in the rain
and pierces your heart
With your own true name

Contract Killer: Comparison.

Driven By Dreams

When you stop comparing and start seeking out who you are; what drives you; how God made you, you stop setting yourself up for failure because you can’t attain what other people have…you start flourishing because you realize that what God put in you is enough; he made you to be just that. You.

It’s a huge deception, to look at amazing people and think less of ourselves, that who God made us to be is less.

For a long time, I looked around me, to my peers, my family, people I’d never met…and I set a bar so far above me, it would be impossible for me to ever meet. Everyone was all these things I wasn’t and I couldn’t amount to much at all.

Who could find themselves when the only place they looked was in the disappointments they found in their hearts? Comparison destroyed my hope, my…

View original post 341 more words

Spirit

image

I long to walk into the sunset,
keeping it ever before my eyes
But it leaves me chasing the twilight
Thus the sun will always treat me, until it ceases to shine

I look dreaming to the stars, untouched by my awestruck face
They will burn till the end of the heavens, unaware of the nights they held my gaze

I burn to be part of the music, that forever stirs my soul
To take flight with any instrument, to lands I’ve never known
But the music was beautiful without my song
And though I never played a note, the melodies will still play on long after the final  note 

These things are beyond holding onto
A substance beyond embrace
So onto God I reserve my worship
whom without it, would still remain unchanged
But with this shining exception
He sees and knows my spirit,
As He touches my upturned face

Embrace the wind

image

Like a flag on a hill
A banner in the sky
As the clouds rush away
But the grey backdrop stays
So the cheer goes up
And the song still remains
Onward and upward
Ever higher we climb
The roar of the ocean
In a rising tide
Exalting the moments
We sing for all time
Chasing the furies
That leave us behind
So caught in the love
For which we all strive
Everyone feels it
And everyone tries
longing to hold on
To this parcel of life
We reach out to Heaven
With the beauty within
And all we’ve been given
To embrace the wind

Let’s Pause For A Moment.

There has been quite a stir recently in ‘Christian’circles over what some individuals say, or more importantly, what others think they believe.
This shouldn’t even happen.
The world is watching.
And ‘Christians’ need to be praying about the real issues. Like the Slaughter of real Christians in the middle east.
Hundreds, maybe thousands are dying for their faith.

But I digress.
I thought I might reblog this, because, well, its true.
When you take love out of the equation, the ‘church’ is not a pretty sight. Kinda petty, actually….

Driven By Dreams

I read all about Gungor when we decided to stone him internet style. Read both sides. We’re all freakin out again cause of an Olsteen remark on worship.

Forgive me, but…I’m not about to pick up my stone and join in.

The moment we start deciding we get to judge another human being because their Christianity doesn’t look just like ours, we enter dangerous territory, that can lead to some dark crap.

Love is our greatest gift, part of our beautiful inheritance. It’s a huge part of who we are in Christ. It’s our core. When we start with-holding that love from anyone, when we stop giving grace, we stop showing Jesus to the world.

We are not all knowing. We are not at all given the gift of life to jump down the throats of the Gungors or the Olsteens of the world.

Disagreement is not entitlement; a license…

View original post 197 more words

Church, Here’s Why People Are Leaving You. Part 1

I just had to reblog this. realizing that we (I) are/am part of the problem while reading this, I hope will be a first step towards the church Jesus intended us to be.

john pavlovitz

WalkingAway

Being on the other side of the Exodus sucks, don’t it?

I see the panic on your face, Church.
I know the internal terror as you see the statistics and hear the stories and scan the exit polls.
I see you desperately scrambling to do damage control for the fence-sitters, and manufacture passion from the shrinking faithful, and I want to help you.

You may think you know why people are leaving you, but I’m not sure you do.

You think it’s because “the culture” is so lost, so perverse, so beyond help that they are all walking away.
You believe that they’ve turned a deaf ear to the voice of God; chasing money, and sex, and material things.
You think that the gays and the Muslims and the Atheists and the pop stars have so screwed-up the morality of the world, that everyone is abandoning faith in droves.

But those aren’t the reasons…

View original post 909 more words

Hunters Moon

image

The halo shines brightly
Through the crystal air
In a soft fold of darkness
That cradles all the stars

Slender wisps of cloud
in this oasis of sky
Only dimly reflecting
Distant seas of city light

Trees in quiet homage
cast away their crowns
Autumns gift of glory
Now slowly raining down

Upon this seeming island
The circle of the night
in a ring of  branches
Illuminates the sky

So slowly ever rising
This harbinger of time
Ushers in my season
Of heart and soul and mind