Something about you

I know something about you
Somehow I take it for truth
Although sometimes
I don’t

I don’t consider myself
The superstitious
Or delusional type
But somehow
I know this about you
And you will know it too
In time


Glory moment

I can feel You on my heart
You holding my breath and swelling my tears
And I am still
You draw my smile, pat my shoulders and rest Your lips on my head
I sigh,
I hold on
As you hold my breath and swell my tears.

Oh, how beautiful and pure and true You are
My skin trembling, for I know it’s You
And Your promise of a lifetime,
to remain, never restrain
Straight through my unfaithfulness, You appear addicted
Straight through my failures, You appear the Hero

I know it’s You and I am still
in the moment, knowing somehow I’ll end up walking away
end up not ‘feeling’ You anymore,
Though You’re promise remains to never restrain
You’ll appear my Hero

I rest assured, braced, in a pirouette.

Hold me longer

I brought myself to you, dragging my feet like one with a limp. 

Walking away from everything upon my back, lifting my hands in praise.

Twisting and twirling smiles to what I thought wouldn’t be you. 

My heart did sink to my feet when you did strike your first blow, leaving me ’empty-chested’ 

Love me you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have set me free

But the cracks, the wounds and bruises remain.

As I fold my arms around my legs and refuse to let me go

I hold on to you, all I ever hoped you would be, everything I ever wanted you to do, anything good you never said. 

I hold on to you, letting go of myself, my worth, my truth.

Shattering inside while gaining an ever glowing smile.


Often times I wish ‘things’ are easier, life isn’t so hard, I didn’t have to work so hard, I didn’t desire certain things and wasn’t ever so afraid to just be.
But then I am so grateful that good things never happen without hard work. I am grateful that I can only do things well, if I am fully aware of what I am doing.
If it where otherwise, I would have had a broken heart, no future, broken relationships, no real friends, I wouldn’t know truth, I wouldn’t know love. But I do. Well, I am not perfect and that is not my purpose in life. But I am more than happy to be a believer and follower of Christ to come to realization of all this.
Sometimes I know I don’t want, neither need something, but only the idea of (possibly) having it stirs (no, not drives, but stirs) me crazy.
Another thing that I am grateful for is having a healthy set of brains. That makes it possible for me to withdraw from stupidity right on time, though I do a lot of stupid things, I can still flee stupidity a lot.
I have to admit that I have a lot to learn, but therefore I am grateful that the Spirit of God is not like me :).
So I will learn and grow and makes mistakes and become better, but I will not push myself to perfection, for that is an illusion. A foolish one.
I am made righteous in Christ.
Maya Angelou’s mother told her all she had to do was remain black, well, the only thing I have to do is remain in Christ, and I don’t have to rely on myself (own strength) for that.
How awesome.

Only the Spirit knows the heart of the Father and he will make Him known to us