Overwhelmed

Where is hope when my feet are heavy and I feel paralyzed by despair?

Where is the light when I feel surrounded by an abyss of sorrow?

Where is fellowship when I feel alone in a crowd?

Where is melody when all I hear is the noise?

Where is the warmth of the sun when the rain will not stop pouring down?

How many times will my heart be disappointed?

I want to believe without fail

I want to live in the warmth of the Sun

I want a symphony to emanate from my own heart

I want to be satisfied with my own company

Tip the balance

Change the direction of the wind

Amend what is written in the stars

I dare not ask for what is fair because what do I know of such things

I have both taken and been taken

Rain down mercy and lead me out of this place.

Breathe Again

My feet above the grave a Lil one whose feet were quiet enough to tip toe past the noise of this world
How I wish I had one audience 
One chance to breathe into her dry bones
These gifts that you have bestowed upon me let them not perish within me
Afford me the opportunity to give your breath once again
To believe in miracles again
To believe in the miracle of second chances 
Let not my heart grow cold with every passing day
Show me mercy and renew a right spirit within me
My castle is overgrown and my gardens have laid waste
But breathe in me again and I will stand upon hinds feet again
I will walk among the lilies and call for my beloved 
Answer when I call and remember me again

Rise up!

Who will be the light for a generation drowning in darkness
Who will tell them it's ok to love and be loved?
A generation of people shoved into a box marked, "what I think you are"
Can we see passed imperfections and the residue of a life torn apart by self destruction?
Their jaws locked, fists clinched, bellies empty, hearts broken staring at the face of someone that just has to be lying
Ears that can't hear, 
"What is truth? We know not."
Where is the preacher for this generation?
And where is his light?
Where are the dragon slayers?
They sit on ledges in dark places believing they are alone and can't be rescued from their demons
Rise in me 
Arise, slay, speak 

Fickle

How unsatisfied we can become with things
Unsatisfied with time
Unsatisfied with people 
How fickle and selfish we can be 
How bored we become
Constantly chasing the next thing 
Running after more time 
Comparing the company we keep 
Wanting always wanting
And bored because we do all these things
Can we stop for a moment and appreciate what we have?
Enjoy the time we have been given
Embrace the people before us
Life is but a vapor whispers the preacher 
My heart cries for my ears 
Open and listen it intercedes 
Awake out of sleep. 

Building

When a city is destroyed, if there are inhabitants left in that city, they build. They have to. We were not created to live and abide in death and destruction but to pass through. Death is not the end. So we build. How will we build though? Will the materials be the same? Who will build with us and for what purpose? In the beginning just lifting up one piece at a time is all we can do. The task it's self being so daunting. Build, reflect, rest and sometimes breakdown. Breakdown because this has to be done at all. Breakdown because this building will never replace what was lost. It will, however protect what is still alive. So be careful how you build. We build a city with walls. Walls that keep things in and keep things out.

At the Root

There is a root of bitterness that bores into the pit of the stomach

It provides the illusion of power and time

Power, because we believe we can control the destructiveness of its silent rage

Time, because we are deceived into believing we have plenty

This root harbors questions that may never be answered

It is home to regret and secret shame

The power of this root shields us from the full brunt of pain and heart ache, so we give place

An illusion of strength, but inside it bores away at all the qualities that bring forth life

Qualities such as hope, forgiveness, reconciliation, faith, and true healing

This wicked root silently secreting its poison into the core of our being, moment by moment, day by day

Until, we no longer recognize ourselves.

In this time of losing there is an illusion that we are in control

So we don’t fight when we should

We silence the voice we were given to combat this darkness

Speak, Speak, Speak

Speak Life

Forgive quickly, hope in tomorrow, believe in miracles, and never give up!

#Jaidynsvoice

Continue

With so many things uncertain my thoughts wander

They walk in times past and speak of yesteryear's

Life was not without adversity then, but the pain seems like that of an old movie

I watch this movie with no sound and it cuts in and out

I can see myself crying in the shower and pleading to God

Now I sit about to clock into a time suspended in restlessness and doubting

A time of loneliness and fear

There will be times I tell myself that I can do this

Utter words of strength and encouragement

And there will be moments of hopelessness

Either way I will continue

I have to
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