There is lightning in this sword Fire burns within this heart What is left to say, say with courage Let many prayers rise for more love Cry unto God for His mercy and grace May much blessing fall upon all nations Bow before the Lord, for in Him only is peace.
Days exist Waking comes All too early For who I am Yet too late For others gone; Those who Different lives Lived than mine. Each liked/loved Me best they could Until finding themselves Leaving my neighborhood For either ill or good; Playing roles next to me I understand never Easy nor predictable.
Deserted, I try To release, find freedom From the desire to Recall them, keep Forgiveness always Part of heartfelt gratitude For sharing with me Whatever they were able, Still at moments I feel like a puzzle, Pieces missing Never finding Requirements To finish, or becoming Finally whole.
Life, too precious To forfeit myself, Giving up potential; Christ owns me Heart and soul Even with essential Missing pieces, I remember the world Needs love – My capacity to give Only grows unconstrained By pieces and parts past Relinquished to allow Embrace of such present, Consigning me to Creativity’s beauties In outstanding days Filled with greater love Through God’s grace.