Tuesday, April 21, 2009



Saturday, February 28, 2009

statue only.

Take my coledust hands, and wash them soft again.

Put your fingers over my pearlish eyes, and return the vibrant again.

Reach into my cold chest, and melt the heart in your hands.

Breathe on me.
And I will live again.

Friday, January 16, 2009

tired thoughts...

I'm glad that sometimes I cant hold myself together.
That as much as I wish to be perfect, there are many wounds on my heart that I am unable to heal.
What would I do in those times when they are being pointed out one by one, if I did not believe in a Lord that understands how I feel, and works all things out for His glory.
Even my complete brokenness is useful to Him.

Sometimes I look to the sky and long to return home. How could any human being not experience such feelings, with the knowledge that they belong with a glorious and perfect God, in a place free of all traces of evil or pain?
It's difficult not to dream of the sun and its warmth, when you find yourself someplace comparatively dark and cold.

I havent forgotten to which I was called, yet...I dont think I have fully realized it either.

I'm glad that He isnt done with me yet.