Wednesday, February 18, 2009

We are more than dust

We are more than just blood and emotions, inklings and notions, atoms on oceans.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Stirring in me

If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here

If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary, then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared

Am I lost or just less found
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way

Is this a soul that stirs in me
Is it breaking free, wanting to come alive

Because my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning

And I will sigh, and with all creation groan, as I wait for hope to come for me

For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath
So we better breathe it

And I, I was made to live
I was made to love, I was made to know You

Hope is coming for me
Hope, He is coming