Talent Unburied

Minutes, hours, days, Moments come and then fade away. Season thrive and then they change The world revolves and life goes on Our childhood laughter becomes a faint sound Muffled by the years that move us along Good times become distant memories As quick as they come they fade Though it seemed like they would forever stay We look back and say wasn’t that yesterday? Time has a way of rushing us on. Dragging us forward to the vast beyond This place called future we all long for It’s in the next minute, day, or open door The past is a place valued immensely We all long to relive it’s happy memory It’s this era called present we tend to skip over So busy looking ahead or over our shoulder We forget that it’s now that makes the past What we do here is what will last Cherish the moments, spend time with your friends Because the time you have now You won’t have again

What if I left? Would I truly be free? What if I decided no longer holy to be? What if we’re wrong and these truths are fake? What if I quit striving - chose a different path to take? People often approach me always asking these questions Mocking my faith and my life decisions What if I told them I didn't have answers? But I turned the inquisition on them rather What if I did listen and I forsook this way? What if I joined them? Tell me then could they say That I’d be truly happy Would I truly be free? If I stop living for Him and lived only for me? What if, I wonder Have they ever been asked What if they’re wrong Hmm maybe I should ask…. 10/15/2014

Jehovah jireh, God will provide Words so easily spoken until faith is tried Who doesn’t believe that Elohim, King of kings Is able to do great and powerful things? When a river flows in the desert Ten thousand sing His praises Yet the sound of their voices change When again the drought again rages El Shaddai has left us! He’s a God of sudden whims! They shout, Curse God and die! Just as Job’s wife once counseled him. Shall we accept good from God and not trouble? The simple question Job asked Your reaction is foolish, woman Through calamity can you not stand fast? The Lord giveth and He taketh away; May the name of the Lord be praised. Naked I will leave this earth some day For it was naked that I came All that we have and treasure Was not acquired by our strength alone Even the children of our wombs Were given to us on loan All that we have belongs to Him To do with as He see fit Rest assured it is not some whim But a

Remember Lot’s wife Luke 17:32 says When saved out of sin she turned back instead She longed for the life from which she’d been freed For the things she’d left in her heart she grieved So she disobeyed the Lord’s command To never look back to that evil land She was weak so she took a chance And lost her life in that one little glance The Lord told the rest of the family to leave the plain He tried to save them from inevitable pain But they too struggled with leaving the city So it seemed the Lord on them had pity To a nearby place by an angel they were led Realizing too late they should’ve obeyed God instead So many times God saves us from destruction And we still fail to heed His exact instructions It’s not enough to partially obey It’s not for us to choose what’s okay It’s simply our job to do as we’re told It’s the only way we’ll come forth as pure gold How can we look back after the glory

I don’t have words to articulate Seems language holds me a slave Refusing to let me formulate Expressions to explain this need As necessary as the air I breathe This emptiness that leaves me bereft Hollow inside, a victim of theft Forcing me to battle against my will Seeking to satiate a thirst I cannot fill A hunger I can’t explain A void - empty - yet filled with pain And though I try to express To confess It seems that more is less For no matter the number of words I juggle None can pinpoint my inner struggle ‘Cause though as a child this gift they gave The gift of language now holds me a slave A thousand words compose my vocabulary Only a few prove to be explanatory For if masters can’t find words to describe The One who created and gave us all life How then should I even begin to detail The deep, desperate longing that my soul assails I open my mouth to verbalize But the words escape me, far as the skies I mutter, stutter, grum

Just a quick thought with a rhyme. Yes I know it has a Dr. Suess flow to it. HAHA. You might have to read it twice to comprehend it. I wrote it and I still have to read it through twice. Well enjoy!! What if there was no light? There’d be no wrong then, right? And if there’s no wrong then there’s no right. And where there’s no right there can’t be light. And without the light we have no sight. The whole world is dark as night. So if there’s no me and there’s no you doing what God has called us to do. Then there’s no light, no wrong, no right. In essence there is no fight. So be the light you’re called to be. The kind that helps the blind to see. 8/16/14

I said a prayer for you my friend from right here on my knees Before the Master I brought my case I know He’ll hear my plea I’m not quite sure for what I’m asking But knowing He knows is most assuring I knelt down by my bed last night and here I am again Requesting guidance and strength for you my dearest friend My appeal wasn't grand - very simple but I did my best I simply said “Lord you know” and I trust He’ll do the rest From this point on I know your need is in hands more capable than mine And I relax knowing He’s got this and that you’ll be just fine So when you feel you can’t go on just know I've got your back Over and over I’ll present my case to the one who picks up the slack He’s the Master, Lord of All, Creator,Jehovah, King of Kings And I happen to know that He’s an expert at fixing broken things That is why again and again and again I’ll bow my head and knees for you my friend He loves you so much more than I do So I know He’ll d

I’m just an instrument, a tool for the Master A pen in the hand of the only true author A writer so great, with works so renowned Proof of His talent constantly abounds Deep in His book, in one minute secluded section I've heard that my name was mentioned No more than a character in the story He wrote Nothing original I’m simply a quote So when words my mind assuage Inspiration flows and rhymes cover the page I can’t take credit for the work when it’s done As though I were the author or a great someone I simply share the words I was given Those for which my character was written I take no glory for the things that I say This allegory isn't mine anyway I’m just a tool, just a quill dipped in ink That the master is using to cause others to think

People are searching for something bold They struggle to defy the common mold To be an original is the ultimate mission As though nothing we have was taught or given They don’t comprehend the simple mysteries Like the greatest of all is the least of these They can’t see the tree with roots stretched to the sky Can’t understand how that to live we must die Perceiving not how to stand our knees Confused by saying all men are like trees They seek answers to questions they can’t state Solutions to problems impossible to formulate Sacrifice to them is great loss They don’t see a trophy only a cross When  the warfare begins They see more fails than wins Not knowing what armor to wear They entered the battle unprepared Because they didn't ever study They don’t recognize the enemy Defeat becomes a constant trend Till death puts the war to end For with eyes not seeing and ears that don’t hear There seems to be nothing special here So how c