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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Let It Go

Guilt: a concept of being in the wrong. Why does a simple concept hurt so much?

Forgiveness: the act of relieving someone of guilt. Why is this so hard to give?

Both of these things are abstract concepts. You can't touch them; they affect nothing in the physical world. Except for our hearts. 

Why though? Why do these things affect us so? Is it because if our society? Well no. There are different societies with different moral structures. These effects, however, do come from our conscious, our innate sense of right and wrong. 

But that doesn't answer why guilt hurts. It hurts because, even if we don't always acknowledge it, we know how the world is supposed to work. We know of Eden. The pain of this knowledge, that we have done something to break this peace, is called guilt. 

Some of us choose to ignore the way things were supposed to be. Some of us never feel remorse. Others can feel it to the extreme. 

But this begs the question, why don't we just forgive? If we know how the world is supposed to work, why do we keep the pain around?

Because breaking the way things should have been hurts not just the one who sinned, but also the one who was sinned against. It hurts even more when you know that you too have sinned. It creates a cycle of remorse, a never ending path of guilt. 

Pain holds us back from forgiveness. In order to forgive, we have to give something up, we have to give up the "way things were supposed to work" kind of attitude. Because we need to look past that, past the pain, loss, and heartache. 

Because holding onto that ideal, doesn't let it work. It just keeps the cycle going. It doesn't create Shalom. So let it all go, the lust, the lies, the past you are afraid of. Let go of the anger, sadness, heartache, loss, and anything that holds you back and forgive

A Heart of Steel


Is it fiery?
It has scorched your soul,
Does it still burn you?

Does the cold freeze?
It stung you, it has touched your face,
Can you still speak?

Is it full of want?
Does it long to caress your face 
Or to hold you in its arms?
Does it comfort you?

Do its words sing sweet or sour notes?
Or does its silvery tongue enrapture you?

A life of worldly pleasure throws your heart into a furnace, turning your heart of gold into scorched steel. 

Are your pleasures and your passions, your lust and your lies, worth a heart of steel? 

The Song I Hear

My heart hears it,
Though my ears do not. 
My soul feels it,
Yet my hands did not touch it. 

What a glorious sound 
That is all around
Full of grace, of love, of beauty 
Why then, is it not celebrated?

I hear it in the sound of breathing
I see the score in the actions of his children
In the rustling of leaves during autumn and the swirling of petals in spring, I hear it's crescendo
And in the hearts of his people, I hear the chorus at full voice, singing "Praise the Lord!"

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Fools at the Table of the King

I have two posts in a day! A miracle! Not really; I've got a store of poems that I haven't posted. 
May this make you think,

Jen

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Lord of my heart,
King of all Kings,
All nature praises you!
The ocean's frothy waters rise up 
For your feet;
The sands of the desert 
Give way for you.
The song of the stars' 
Silent crescendo tells your story.
The rise and fall of the heavens 
Gives you glory.
As you have made 
the heavens, and the earth,
And silence, and song for your glory,
So you have made man 
For that purpose. 
Why then, do you allow us to squander that role?
To play a fool in the court of the King
When we have married the Prince?
You have opened the door 
To your glory and given us an
Invitation to dine at your table. 
Why then, do your children refuse
To dine at the King's table
Where food is plenty?
Or do fools simply 
Ignore what is offered
For their own desires?
For who else refuses to dine 
At the table of the King?

God, Please, Save My Friends

Wow, it's been a while! I really need to get back to this.
Anyways; hope you enjoy!
And, as always,
May this make you think,
Jen

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They're my friends;
A shelter from this broken world. 
The shelter leaks when the storm howls 
The beams crack
The wood rots 
The shelter collapses
Because it was built on a worldly foundation

They're my friends,
Drowning in the raging ocean,
While thinking that they still holiday 
On the calm waves.
The rock I stand on is still
But they flounder. 
I long to run to them, but they still don't believe their drowning. 

They're my friends. 
I stand on the rock
And they on the sand,
Inviting me in. 
The yoke around my neck 
Pulls me closer, off of the rock. 
But it is thrown off, and I am gently brought back to the rock. 

They're my friends,
Yet their yoke is painful. 
The pull hurts. 
They hurt. 
But they're still my friends. 
And I still love them. 

They're my friends;
I love them. 
They like me. 
They don't know why I don't follow the pull. 
They call me different,
Idiotic,
Foolish,
A believer in a fairy tale
Well not with words. 
But actions are always louder, after all. 

They're my friends.
I love them. 
But I can't help them. 
My hand is outstretched,
But they won't take it. 

They're my friends. 
I'd give my life for theirs. 
Jesus did for me. 
So even though they slay me,
I will love them and pray 
"God please; save my friends."