Moving Along

Broken heart, broken soul, broken mind

I weep desperately to find solace in Your soul

You tell me to seek and you will find

When I am in this desperate place only You can make me whole

I long for You like I'm parched in need of water

I can't drink from man's well

When others want to lead me to slaughter

I buy what only You can sell

Broken body in need of redemption

In need of redemption in every way

Even in the best of circumstances I find myself a woman in need of correction

So I can learn to live for today

Search me and find me deserving of Your divine mentoring

Disciple me with Your wisdom, gentleness, and grace

Sometimes I find that what I'm seeking I'm not finding

But I always find what I need when I am looking at Your face

Holy, Beloved Savior reach deep into my heart

And see the parts that I don't even want to show

Perhaps grace is a good place to start

You love me even when I have to learn lessons that I already know

You are faithful to restore what the locusts have eaten

And I see Your mighty hand all around

Among the hurting, downtrodden and beaten

Your trumpet blows a mighty sound

Be victorious in my life and find my heart to be true

Aligned with Your spirit and Your song

Let You love in my life be the glue

To keep my feet moving along

Waste Not My Heart

Wouldn't it be easier if I could change you into the man I need you to be?
I wouldn't have to adust my thoughts and expectations or look at my pain
I wouldn't have to count backwards from three
I wouldn't have to stand outside in the pouring rain

I don't trust my instincts but neither do I trust you
And I'm not too sure about God either
I would love to move forward but really I have no idea how to pull through
The colors in my eyes have changed again and I can't stop long enough to take a breather

My heart will absolutely break waiting for you to prove me wrong
Yet at the same I time refuse to give you a chance
I'll sing the melody and the harmony to this same old song
My heart will die waiting for romance

Do you expect me to be more lovely and more temperate?
You may find me more cynical and less willing to believe
I'll sacrifice myself on the alter of those who are desperate
I'll stand for those who are unable to conceive

So I want you to be you to be the man that I need you to be
Even if that is not who you are
I feel inflexible and scared and unwilling to see
That you will never be more than subpar

In all of the chaos, in all of the noise
In my deepest desires I want to love you
It is probably true that if I had a choice
I would eventually choose to believe what is true

Abba, I think I am a hopeless case - a hopeless case and a wanderlust soul
I throw my heart to the wolves
Protect me, engage me, and make me whole
Waste not my heart to a fool

Heart Attached to Body

“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.” 
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

My heart is attached to my body

I wish it were not

I wish I could separate. I wish I could breathe. I wish I felt differently - solid and not wishy washy

It would be different if I were sure and not caught

My heart is attached and I cannot run free

I can not disengage from my soul

Perhaps this is how it is really supposed to be

Supposed this is how it feels to be whole

For so long my heart was not attached to my body - it belonged to the bitterness of experience

Today is not that day

How does one move to the glorious from the nefarious?

From the land of play or pay?

My heart is now attached to my body and the directive is to open my heart

What will you do when lay down my arms?

When you see in my eyes that I am struggling against my soul

Or will you try to run over me with your charms?

Is it possible for me to jump off the beaten path

That I have been following for my entire life?

May I make a trade for love in exchange for my wrath?

Take and orchid for my knife?

Will you protect my heart in my moment of weakness

If just for a moment I let my walls come down?

If I choose truth and rest

Is it possible that you will stick around?

What Colors, What Hue

Walking forward and ahead
First instinct may not be correct
You say come to Me and I'll carry your burden instead
My yoke is easy and my intentions are never suspect

Making a decision to cut off the demons of my past
you may no longer walk next to me and feed me lies
Sometimes the connections forged so fast
Can be the longest lasting goodbyes

You say I know you and treasure you from the inside out
Why on earth would I choose lust over love
May I stand on Your promises even when my soul is wracked with doubt?
With Your mighty hand will You trace my tattoo of a dove?

May I find sanctuary in Your holy presence?
This world whirls around me at a frenzied, histrionic pace
When things are moving and just don't make sense
Lord all I want to see is Your face

Just root my heart in all that is You
So I can find a solid place to call home
I have no idea what is next - what colors You will paint my life - not even what hue
But I cling desperately to Your Throne

Take My World Apart

At some point I must make a choice - either my fist comes unclenched or I completely fall apart
I have been so tightly, so tightly, so tightly holding on to control of this for so long I'm not sure that my fingers can let go
I want to believe that by Your scars and by Your stripes my life is marked
But when I look at the way that I live my life is it really so?

You ask me to stand on Your promises - and Yet my default button leads back to rumination, worry and control
So invested in self-protection and staying two steps ahead of the game
What if the game is already behind me and I have already been made whole?
What if I am no longer the same?

I thought I was so far beyond this silliness and yet I find myself doing the same dance
I am furious at myself and You tap me on the shoulder
Still human. Still learning. Still my Child - You say and remind me that I am not defined by circumstance
You remind me that it was never the Centurions that removed the boulder

Oh stupid, foolish pride. Take my world apart and show me something beyond my conventional wisdom and pieced-together logic
Based on experience is so limited compared to Your master view
Far too much has happened between there and here to wax nostalgic
Yet it's not like I can pretend I am brand new

I am so intense and I am not sure I know how to operate any other way
I run hot and live in the land of fierce heartbeat
So how does that translate if You ask me to live only for today?
To consume only what You have given me today to eat?

You completely and utterly turn my world upside down on a regular basis
And then You ask me to be rooted and identified in You and You alone
I ask You to guide me to this peaceful and beautiful oasis
And then expect You to be proud of how much I have grown

Oh Lord - I am a woman undone. I am so incredibly undone
And I am still human one hundred percent of the time
I used to think that life was about something to be won
Now I know that life is about learning to be Thine

SO make me Thine. I don't know how or what to do
But my present attitude of entitlement must die
I feel like I just don't have a clue
But I do know enough to know that feelings don't determine much and You hear me when I cry

Lord today I cry - and every day after today
To take everything in me and make it Yours
I no longer want to participate in my own personal foray
I want to walk through open doors

Abba - I can not live in constant battle with You for control over my life
I can't argue. I can't use my energy to fight
Whatever may be the root of my strife
Oh I beg You please find it and turn it into light.

THE POWER TO FORGIVE

Today is a brand new day, today is just beginning

I can barely breathe

I’m not really sure what is going on but I can tell that You are winning

Lord send me and a new dream you will weave

Perhaps a different woman woke up today, perhaps something was born out of great pain

Perhaps light breaks forth from darkness

Today I feel like I have everything to gain

If I could only find a quiet place to rest

Life can change in just an instant so why not go all in – no reservations, no holding back – no take-backs

Lord, my name is tattooed on Your heart

I am standing here and for the first time I have no plan of attack

I don’t have a place to end and I don’t have a place to start

You know the first and the last and You have the answers to the prayers I didn’t dare utter with my whispered breath

You see to the deepest core of my being

You forge my path from here to there – You define height and depth

Yet sometimes I doubt the words I sing

I can only be human one hundred percent of the time

That is all I have to give

I’m so thankful that you have rhythm and rhyme

And you have the power to forgive.

Strategy, Plan, Beauty, Art

No longer any clue as to up from down and perhaps that is ok

Maybe I am not meant to have such a tight grip on the way that things ‘ought to be.’

I used to believe certain things about my life, about myself, about the way that my heart looks and I used to swallow the ugly things that you would say

I used to identify my worth as though it were up to you and your opinion changed from left to right, from yes to no, oh so fleetingly

I would like to believe that I have come so far, that I am a warrior and that I have pulled myself out of despair and destitution by my bootstraps

But in reality I have been saved by grace and by a Savior

I am humbled and tearful as I understand in a new way that my heart would still be marred and devastated with holes and gaps

If not for YOU I would be completely dependent on my exterior

Passionately I advocate for those who are in danger of, or may have already gone through what I went through

Wonder if I am running in circles against the height and breadth of what is not just an issue but a vast system and network of darkness

I can’t fix it and what is it that I am to do?

Is there peace to be found where there is endless potential to be restless?

YOU oh Lord see the heart of every child, girl, boy, woman, and man who is part of this broken system

YOU know the pain that sears

YOU are the King of wisdom

And with YOUR gentle hand you wipe away the unseen tears

I beg of you to see what we can’t see and have grace on our paltry efforts

Have mercy on YOUR children whom YOU love

This journey is long and the road is hard and sometimes it just really hurts

May we be both the serpent and the dove?

Passion that burns in the hearts of those who love YOU- let it burn with YOUR purpose and YOUR plan

Let us be YOUR hands and feet and eyes and heart

We know that YOU are both spirit and man

And Lord – praise you. You are strategy and plan the same way that you are beauty and art.