All That We Need.

We're all sinners here.
Come in. Take a seat.
We've got nothing to offer.
He's got all that we need.

Don't worry about the bags you carry.
He makes your burdens light.
Don't try to hide the crimson stains.
He will make them all pure white.

Oh, to be loved by the King of Kings.
It's almost too much to bear.
He loves. And loves. And loves some more.
While we ignore Him without a care.

He knows your heart both in and out.
In it, He takes delight.
All that's left is to just say yes.
And prepare for your heart to take flight.

What a ride you've begun.
One without regret.
Forget your past, dry your tears.
Never again shall you fret.

Night.

Night has fallen
Though the sun is still shining.
How did I get here,
And where are You?

On the day You died for me,
I run from You.
I spit in Your face.
I am no better than the onlookers
At the cross.
I mock You.
Hurt You.

I don't get it.
I can't understand.
How can You love me?
Most days I don't love me.
But You love me.
You.
Love.
Me.

I need that to be real to me.
I need to need You desperately.
Today.
You.
Died.
For me.
Me.

Completely.

I come before You tonight with tears in my eyes. No longer for my own selfish
pain.
Tonight. These tears are for You.
Silently they fall. One. By. One. They dance down my check effortlessly on their set course.
Quiet. Yet screaming. I'm sorry. Thank you. All in the same drop.

I so quickly forget. The humility. The suffering.
Everything You faced. Everything You took in silence.
Was for me. Every bit of it.
Your blood. Your tears.
Was for me. Every drop of it.
Why?

Why.
When I continue on.
Kicking and Screaming.
Louder.
Louder.
As if it were all about me.
It's not. It never will be. It can't.
But I keep trying to make it fit.
Forcing it. Bending it. To fit.
But no luck.

This life.
These 20 years.
Should have been for Your glory. Not mine.
Break me daily to see it.
Break me daily to hear it.
Break me daily to feel it.

I want crave You. And Your love.
I long to desire You.
More.
More than the world. My flesh. My lust.
I want You consuming me.
On the tip of my tongue. In the depths of my soul.
I need to be lost in You.
Completely.

Feel You. Hear You. See You.

There's joy.
Glory.
Passion.
A fire burning unlike any other.
A raging fire.
A consuming fire.

Lord.
My God.
Father.
You see us and smile.
Beam.
Radiate.

Your sons and daughters
Are rejoicing.
Dancing and praising
You.
The Holy one in Heaven.
Maker of the stars.
Lover of the broken.

Tonight we feel You.
Hear You.
See You.
The weight of Your love is relentless.
Awesome.
Magnificent.

Your children stand.
Ready for the battle.
Ready to be sent.
We're armed.
Willing.
Ready.

We will fight the good fight.
No matter the cost.

Buried.

I've been buried here.
Beneath this rubble.
For days. Weeks.
Every breath a struggle.
Every day a battle.
And now I'm here.
Buried.
Beneath this rubble.

The battle was epic.
Relentless. Tiresome.
I got scared.
Gave up.
And hid.

I thought You had left me.
I cried out to You.
You heard. I didn't.
My cries were too loud.
Too proud to hear You.
I wanted Your help.
But I dreaded facing You.

You are calling.
I hear You.
Speaking.
Singing.
I cry to You.
And wait.

I lay here.
Buried.
But the weight is being lifted.
I see glimpses of blue sky.
I'm almost free.
My self-made captivity.
Being shattered.
You're coming for me.

A Weak Vessel.

I am a weak vessel.
A body broken.
Young. But frail.
And You. You use the weak.

You've blessed me with a gift.
So unimaginable.
So undeserved.
And some days unwanted.

Today.
I feel my flesh failing.
I feel it giving in.
Every breath is a struggle.
But the tears fall freely without a sound.

Today.
I want to give in.
I want to finally be taken home.
My ailing body is exhausted.
And longs to be made eternal.

I will endure this.
Because You endured my sin.
I will count this as joy.
Because You will shine in my imperfection.

You've chosen me.
To bear this burden.
To share this blessing.
Your power is made perfect in my weakness.
And You want me to be weak.
For when I am weak, I am strong.
Strong in You.

Heart Attack.

It's beating.
Still faint.
But it's beating just the same.

It's mangled.
Still bleeding.
But it's still beautiful to You.

It's healing.
Changing shades.
But this time there's no pain.

It's different.
A new rhythm.
But the pace is refreshing.

It's comfortable.
A perfect fit.
But Your heart always belonged here.

It's thriving.
Wonderfully strong.
But You knew that all along.