Jesus, all for Jesus,
All I am and have and ever hope to be.
Jesus, all for Jesus,
All I am and have and ever hope to be.
All of my ambitions, hopes and plans
I surrender these into Your hands.
All of my ambitions, hopes and plans
I surrender these into Your hands.
For it's only in Your will that I am free,
For it's only in Your will that I am free,
Jesus, all for Jesus,
All I am and have and ever hope to be.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
here.
changing seasons !
heart changes found atop a diseased tree
finding new meaning
finding understanding
forced blog entries never make much progress.
Monday, July 25, 2011
blown away.

whispering of promises to come
but i can't see the path they speak of
i sat for so long,
my Father beckoning me to rise up higher
and i sat for a little while longer
well equipped with wings
because my mind made me confined
and painted picturesque illusions
which i now know belong to someone who lives for confusion
but he can't mislead me
because i see clearly
tell me, how it is that these winds
which in their adolescence were slight breezes,
are now gusts that will soon lift me
create a division between me and gravity
and i'll be blown into a new land
flutter
whisper
soaring
yell
stories to tell
spirits to speak
beautiful release
i can now seek
for He gave me wings
to navigate the night so bleak.
and the night turns to day
and my spirit is lifted away
there is so much joy in loving You.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
dissipate into something
finding what is varied and only carried away
distant oceans shout
and retort to all your questions and curiosity
finding something
burn away all the nothing
burn away all the something
anything thats not you
take dominion over all creation
because your throne is a valiant measure
and it holds this note on high
and it sings to us
while we sing back
its a conversation
its an exchange of breaths
and everything is resting in this high tower
preparing for war
preparing for something more
preparing for holy
preparing for the one that will shake the potential to the surface
and concentrate it together
and bring it to the top
scream until hope arises
stand before all creation and stare into the face of darkness
and tear down its facade of greatness
because nothing is greater than the owner of glory
our lives are all a story that declare his love
our lives are all something more.
molecules that make up something greater
fly into the sun and pull out its shine
string by string
smoke it slithers into your mouth and brings forth a great fog in everything
flying away now
wont be back till hunting seasons over.
distant oceans shout
and retort to all your questions and curiosity
finding something
burn away all the nothing
burn away all the something
anything thats not you
take dominion over all creation
because your throne is a valiant measure
and it holds this note on high
and it sings to us
while we sing back
its a conversation
its an exchange of breaths
and everything is resting in this high tower
preparing for war
preparing for something more
preparing for holy
preparing for the one that will shake the potential to the surface
and concentrate it together
and bring it to the top
scream until hope arises
stand before all creation and stare into the face of darkness
and tear down its facade of greatness
because nothing is greater than the owner of glory
our lives are all a story that declare his love
our lives are all something more.
molecules that make up something greater
fly into the sun and pull out its shine
string by string
smoke it slithers into your mouth and brings forth a great fog in everything
flying away now
wont be back till hunting seasons over.
Monday, June 13, 2011
where is it
i know you told me i could find it
but where is it
you said you'd fight
but i don't see that
murky water
all these lies have been slaughtered
and things have been looking brighter.
but the voyage out and away
brought you back
and bright is bright
but you are you
i guess i just forgot that humans are human.
maybe you had lied
or maybe its just a dilemma
either or its to my self that i have died
and everything is everything. sometimes.
why does it feel like my chest is on fire
crashing on my ribcage
i am stirred
but its done
and i'm done
and its no more than this
faded mercury drops from the sun
and disappears in this abyss.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
random thoughts i must get out

sometimes i feel so filled with passion for something
a picture in my head
a sound that must escape from my vocal chords
a feeling that pulses through with the two previous things listed
i need to get it out
but i understand things are formulating.
like the mixture of every creation God has put in me
must level out like some mixture of paint and water
it takes time before you can see clearly everything from this vantage point
so i trust and i wait
and im joyful and hopeful
and this courses through my veins.
all of it.
every bit.
sometimes i feel i can remember other peoples memories.
like i can make a story from this collage of plastered beginnings of relationships
a cobweb connects numerous branches
the spider has left his home vacant for months now
and a new spider takes residency
just passing through
just to look around
no need to make sense. these are not anyone else's thoughts.
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