Empty Theater

All my longings lie open before you Lord;
My sighing is not hidden from you.
The secret pining of my heart
is not a secret to you.

The recesses of my heart
lie exposed before the Lord

In shame I cower because
I know my sinful thoughts,
my selfish motivations,
myself.

I do not want you to know me!
You cannot know me!
You cannot love me!

My worthiness is conditional on my performance.
Let me dance for you.
Let me demonstrate my acting skills.
I am a great pretender.

Yet, you step backstage with me.
You see all the preparation it took
to make myself look good.
Presentable.
Worthy.

You strip my costume closet bare
You burn up all my masks
Cast aside my makeup
overturn my vanity.

You flip the tables of the temple
I had built to honor me.

“What is this show you have made
to try to show me someone other than yourself?
Do you not like the way I made you?
I do.

Is my applause not enough for you?
Do you need more than an audience of one?
Who exactly are you trying to impress?

I know you.
You cannot impress me.
Nor do you have to.
Don’t you see how I have been smiling all this time?
Take off your layers of makeup,
Remove your mask
Look at my face and see it clearly!

Your charade has come between us!
You were so busy preparing for your performance
that you did not even notice that your theater was empty.

I know your longings
I have known them before you knew what it was to long.
And I have longed for you.
I have been waiting for you to come off the stage
patiently waiting backstage for you to stop performing.

Come back to where you belong
I made you for behind the scenes,
For where it is just you and me.
Where the spotlight does not burn your face,
Where you are not subject to judgmental gaze.

I want to know you.
I want to love you.
I can know you.
I can love you.
I do know you.
I do love you.

You don’t have to dance,
but if you do, I’ll dance with you.
You don’t have to act, there’s no one watching.
You were never that great at pretending anyway.”

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The Call to Dirt Floors

Before me lie two open doors
one dirty and one tiled floor
I step close to peer inside
to see behind what each door lies

I tap the first and it swings open
revealing quite the scene
bleeding wounds and broken bones
the injured left unclean.

As I look she meets my gaze
her eyes are filled with pain
She holds him close, her little boy
whose body met a blade

I turn my head
I feel my eyes
are burning hot with tears
when I see him there, just sitting
he’s been immobilized by fear

The wounds of war have left him here
No family to claim
He’s watched his loved ones suffer
No one left who knows his name

He trembles as he reaches out
He knows not what Hope is
He holds my gaze with his tender face
as my hand touches his.

I see the scars,
I feel the pain
My heart has ripped in two
That they would see
true healing hands
there’s nothing I won’t do.

I hear the coughs,
the cries for help
and my tears begin to fall
I see my hands are well-equipped
I want to help them all.

I lift my hands
then lay them down
Watch the Great Physician heal
Be reminded God is faithful
No matter how I feel.

Offer physical solutions
and spiritual as well
to stand and fight the battle
right before the gates of Hell.

To know the God of healing
The God of mended hearts
offering completeness
despite lives that fall apart.

My feet were made for
dry, cracked ground
these hands were made to heal.
This voice was made for shouting
that God is alive and real!

My Father’s Eyes

Soft and hazy
lightly brown
I have my father’s eyes

Pain and shame,
depth of hurt
behind a kind disguise

Quick to judge
quick to glare
to see she as less than I

Glance of anger
shameful stare
I have my father’s eyes

Brooding gazes
self-deprecation
I fall victim to the lies

Lofty glances
no second chances,
I have my father’s eyes.

To see the hurt
to feel their pain
to hear the silent cries

To care beyond
what I can see,
give me my Father’s eyes.

From lonely places,
to know what grace is
to believe in second tries.

To see the lost
to bring them home
give me my Father’s eyes.

Turn my gaze
from on myself
Watch as the old me dies

To see the world
love it like He,
give me my Father’s eyes.

Foam to Steel

The battle rages
hard and long
armored bodies
soldiers strong

He withdrawals his weapon
sweat on his brow
the warrior
is ready now

With confidence,
he makes his blow
pulls back his arm
with strength, it goes

The sword flies
with surprising ease
he straightens his arm
and locks his knees

The sword splits in two
as it meets its match
the soldier, with surprise,
does gasp.

He stares at the foam
lying there on the floor
He’s just a grown man playing
With a little boy’s sword.

Stop fighting with
what you knew before
It is not capable anymore!

You have entered
a battlefield that is real
Replace your foam
with a sword of steel.

When you were a child,
you fought like one
But now your boyish days
are done.

Set aside your childish ways
remember;
numbered are your days

Don’t waste your life
with playing knight,
pick up your sword and join the fight!

The Invisible Woman

You see my face,
but my name escapes you

See the work of my hands,
but my toil evades you

The smile on my face boasts of humility,
but behind it, tired eyes are hoping you see.

I service in silence
Anonymous is my name.

I have no outstanding achievements
No title to claim.

In secret, my tears have watered my face
pining to be known, to be given a place.

My Father, who sees me,
Has counted each deed

Not once did he miss me
when I helped fill a need.

What good to me are a man’s affirmations
compared to impact I’ve had for a Holy Nation?

How fleeting the pleasure
of mortal man’s praise

In light of my God’s;
The Ancient of Days’.

I am known,
yet regarded as unknown.

Beauty Defined.

This mortal capsule puts no boundaries on beauty
this earthly cage cannot contain the splendor of a spirit set free

A simple reflection is inadequate to capture the depth of a soul
No scale can weigh the measure of Glory poured on me

Society would have me believe that I am not that which I am
I am not valued
I am not worthy
I am not beautiful
I am nothing.

My Love whispers words of a different sort to my wounded soul,
“You are priceless
You are worth it
You are beautiful
For you, I gave everything.”

As I let his words wash over me,
I realize that I am more.
I am more than the world tells me I am
I am more than I have let myself believe
I am more than my failures and my victories.

There are a thousand labels I could throw on myself
But He tells me that only one will do:
I am
His.

His handiwork,
His prized possession,
His love,
His child,
His.

My skin barely scratches the surface of who I am made to be.
My hair cannot adorn my head with more prestige than the crown of beauty he offers.

Clothes cannot cover the radiance placed inside me.
The whitest of smiles cannot compete with a purity restored.

What is beauty?
It is not of mortality.
Beauty is to gaze into the face of the Creator, the Redeemer, the Savior
and see yourself for who you truly are.
Beauty is the knowledge of the only Beautiful One.

Look no more to the mirror to see your reflection,
Look to the Son and see your perfection.

Oh My Soul

Bless the Lord, Oh my soul!
Sing praise to the giver of Life,
The Author of Salvation
The Healer of Brokenness
The Filler of the Empty
The Outpourer of Love
The ONLY ONE whose plans are perfect

Shout for Joy, oh my soul!
You have been delivered from your sin and depravity,
He has brought you into his marvelous light!

Be patient, oh my Soul!
There is a time for resting in the Lord.
In his perfect timing,,
He will act!
Abide in his perfect love!
Bask in His glorious Presence!Relax in his mighty arms!

Be freed, oh my soul!
The only righteous one has broken all your chains!
He has conquered the sin that once conquered you!
He has given you the greatest gift at the greatest price!

Serve the Lord, oh my soul!
Give everything to the one
Who gave everything for you

Regenerate Heart

Cold.
It cannot produce the warmth of life.

Heavy.
Weighted down by the world and its troubles.

Rigid.
All that brush against it will walk away torn.

Hard.
Impenetrable to even the most blunt of forces.

Unfeeling.
Unchanged by that which surrounds it.

Stone.
Dead; just a collection of matter.

SHATTERED BY LIGHT- BEHOLD THE UNDERNEATH.

Warmth
Sonshine cultivates the life produced

Light
Free from burdens because another has taken them

Flexible
Bending to absorb the force of what once opposed it.

Soft
Allowing the influence of the outside

Feeling
Tears, laughter, pain

Flesh
Alive; a collection of stories.

The Exodus of Me

Yes, it is terrifying to face the unknown;

Surely fear would delight to seize you and render you helpless.

Oh, you who see with eyes of flesh,

Do you not see what is happening here?

A greater power is at play!

See how the army descends upon us,

watch as they draw their swords for battle,

Yet, in all this, the Lord is setting the stage for His Glory.

Every step of the oncoming army
increases the glory God will bring to himself.

Your deliverance is not to make your name great,

Lest it is no deliverance at all!

View your placement,

See how helpless you are to help yourself!

Watch, as I give you the eyes of the Spirit,

and close your eyes of flesh.

Look, as the army of inadequacy that pursues you

becomes feeble and frail.

The past that threatens to overtake you shall come no closer.

Behold the protection I will place between you!

I am He who goes before, but also He who follows closely behind.

This army shall never overtake you again,

Still your trembling knees.

Now, TRUST ME, for I will make a way.

I will do the impossible because my heart delights in my people

and in the way I will be glorified by their deliverance.

Lift up to me that which you walk by,

that which you lean on,

your staff.

Surrender to me that which guides your path,
and I will create a new path for you.

Raise it heavenward,

and I will drive back the sea.

I will clear the way for your deliverance

as you lift your arms.

Because I love you.

Because I am Glorious,

Because I am Greater.

Now that which once kept you from freedom

Has become the means of your deliverance.

Oh you of little faith, why do you question My might?

Why do you look to the sea and lose your trust?

Do you not know that I am He who created that very sea?

I have known this moment before the creation of the world!

I have ordained it for my glory and your edification.

Have I not proved myself faithful in Freedom AND captivity?

Trust me. I AM that which I AM.

I am Captivity

I am Deliverance

I am Freedom

I am the Lord Your God.