4-18-2004
The nomad has subsided; finding a home.
Virtue in truth; strength in powerlessness.
Freedom needs guidance- you don’t fight for it,
you simply ask.
A trembling awakening to the light that never
seized- my eyes
were always slits.
Chaos is created by man, and sometimes
It
drips
down
the mind’s red-carpet and settles for a moment to be
remembered.
If chaos is so simple to so many, then peace must
be divine!
Eyes refuse to open!
Just reach for it!
Search and seek as you would the drugs, the sex,
the conformity
of this world!
Surrendering to yourself is only bowing down to
dust, so why do
you laugh as I bow to Glory?
Do not betray the light to roll around in the dirt
and then expect
to be rewarded!
Why are we constantly amazed to find ourselves in
filth?
There is only one way to be cleansed but it seems
that dirty is
preferred.
I want
to be clean!
I yearn
to be clean!
I long
to be clean!
Jesus
has made me clean!
Look and rejoice!
He smiles when you cry out to Him-
Not because you are in pain, but because you open
the door.
Wait! Don’t slam it just yet!
Listen- if for only a moment…
be quiet-if for only a pause…
If you truly are without an answer, it’s because
you never
asked.
Shhh….He’s waiting for your silence.
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