His Hurts

He is hurting
deep within.
Tears as rivers
are running their course
down his care-worn cheeks.

His heart feels
as though it may burst.
Complex emotions
fight their way
to the surface of his mind
clamoring to be heard, felt.
Needing to be examined,
confronted before they encompass
his entire being.

He weeps
heart wrenching sobs
that shake him to the core.
His heart is in his throat
wishing to come out
and confront him
with it’s cares.

He wraps his arms
around the one he loves.
He feels the pain of his beloved child
as though it were his own.
He whispers loving words,
promises of a future
beyond these pains and fears
into his loved one’s ears.
The Almighty cries for you.

Denying the King

Hey to those from youth camp! Does this theme ring any bells???

Denying the King

Shall I deny the Ultimate King?
Shall I say he has no control over me?
Daily I say he is Lord of my life
but he just asks too much you see.

I read of his word and daily pray
but take no heed of that quiet, still voice.
He says many things I wish not to hear
for he just asks too much of me.

I know I should feed the hungry and poor
and spread the Lord’s message far and wide
but surely if I just live my life here
God’s light will shine out to all.

I’m not denying the Ultimate King
but interpreting his commands to suit me.
God can find someone else to do all those things
and I can keep going my way.

Touch Me

Touch me, oh Lord.
Reach out Your hand
and touch me deep within,
for whenever You touch me,
that’s when I come alive.

Your touch sends a rush,
a current throughout my body
that warms my very soul.
When You touch me
I can move mountains,
convert nations
and see into Your very heart.

Your touch is all I need to survive,
it is what I yearn for.
With You I can accomplish all things,
survive all things.
Lord, place Your hand on me today.

Battered

Battered, broken,
I lie here now,
my soul in tatters,
my dignity lost,
never to be reclaimed.

I have given up.
Never shall this dream come to be,
never shall I succeed here.
My time and effort have been wasted.

I stare at my ceiling
daring it to mock my pain.
Silently I ask for answers
from an unresponsive God.
My heartfelt pleas go unanswered
inciting my buried anger.

I blame myself, the world, God
to no avail
for it will not give me my heart's desire.
I continue hunting for success
for wallowing in my failure
brings me only shame.