I kneel before you, Yahweh,With a heavy heart and tears,I confess my faults and failings,And the pain I’ve caused over the years. I long for your forgiveness,To be free from guilt and shame,To walk in your light and love,And never again to be the same. I promise to turn away from sin, Lord.To live a…
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Perplexed by my inabilityTo do that which honours,Anxious about my credibilityFor,My struggle is real –My flesh, a big deal,Unto whom shall I appeal? Posture of my heart wantingFailing on that which honoursThoughts on my mind ruiningFor,My struggle is real –My flesh, a big deal,Unto whom shall I appeal? A holy God, who shall approach?A contrite…
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Torn between the lies and frustration of this worldI soaked in sin and deathMy eyes were blinded by the tears and darkness of the earthand I couldn’t see the love you offered me. Roaming the streets of sin and reproachI made there my place of residence.You loved me from a distance,when I had no idea…
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If love was all I got, I’d count it all as gain,A treasure more precious than silver or fame.In its warm embrace, my heart would surely soar,With love as my guide, I’d ask for nothing moreIn its might I’ll conquer every snap of fear. If love was all I got, I’d find strength in its…
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Exalt, O morbid seed of Adam’s race,Enslaved by sin’s pervasive, damning plight,Within thy soul, concupiscence takes flight,And in thy veins, corruption finds its place.But hark! Salvation’s plan, divine embrace,Unveils a love profound, in death’s despite,For God, in mercy, sends His holy Light,To bear thy sin and offer saving grace. Behold the cross, where Jesus gave…
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The storm rattles the roots of our designs.Like Peter, on bended knees, we look to HimWho slumbers through the angry storm. In our zest to be one with God,Our daily wounds drag down our pace,The fog of pains blankets our sight,we become unsighted— like BartimeusBut the walls of the world can’t block our cries;Our fates…
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Ride the waves of my doubtsand sift my thoughts from unbelief;for I am drunk, from a gulf of self,neglecting the presence of I AM. The possibilities of little things–tangible as my biggest dreams,so I yearn to increase.Combust my heart in the furnaceof your words unfailing,words that can never return void. Fasten mine eyes on thee,…
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Tears on your bathroom floor,Sometimes faith looks like grief,Surgical blades piercing your body,Sometimes faith looks like fear. Sometimes faith looks like grief,For we resemble the accelerationof the sands in the hourglass,Sometimes faith looks like fear,Like a man sailing tideswith Jesus believing he could drown, For we resemble the accelerationof the sands in the hourglass,And aren’t…
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On our kneesElevating intentions to theeReflecting not thy will but oursHoping to receive immediate answersYet, nothing seems to come!On our kneesPresenting projects to theeMounted without thy SpiritExpecting quick intercessionsYet, nothing seems to come!On our kneesProud of being ChristiansBoasting of holinessQuick in judging othersExpecting answers from aboveYet, nothing seems to come!Christian life is in constant constructionIntentions…
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Tonight, there’s no feedback to tell if I’m in the nude of prayer— in the milk-fever of worship where the control of any vision is; where the sign of the poison was cut to flesh— an open fruit to pour in the cancer. My father asked me to love the wound in his heart— asked…
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