Passionate Heart

Give me a passionate heart Lord,
arise in me a desire to seek you.
Fill me with a restlessness that abates only
when I am in your presence.

May I see your works around me,
in my heart, in those faces I see, in nature's glory.
May I hear you speak in your great book
and your whispers in my ear.

Give me a passionate heart Lord,
to seek you and share you with others.
Fill me with a restlessness
so I labour for you all my life.

Uneasy

Uneasiness fills me.
Restless, I pace this empty space
within a cluttered room
that reflects the life I have lived thus far.

Is this all I have
to show for 20 odd years
of work?
Useless possessions
and scattered papers
are not who I am.

I know not
what I would like to show the world.
I need to leave a mark
upon those around me.
I need something to show
that my life has not been wasted,
that I have achieved something that matters.

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.

Tired

I am so tired,
tired of work,
tired of whining children,
tired of people wanting a moment of my time.
Why can’t the world take care of its own problems
and leave me in peace?
Then I could rest,
then I could focus on me,
then I could work out my own problems.
I know we need to band together,
be servants of all,
but I need my own time too;
time to charge my batteries,
time to be reinvigorated, enthusiastic.
Just give me some time to rest.