The Sixth Of July

In quietness I ride on the forefront of a great transformation
With my need for healing and my long burning embers
I beg in a silence of sorts for a savior,
When we want too much we can miss what we need
Casting it off as if a binding hindrance
But a few years on in living brings us to peaces doorstep
And we see what we lost, what we needed was on it
I feel I was the hinges to your door and without movement you grow quiet
Baptisms clean what confession only teaches and redemption will seal what you let mercy start.
Last night I saw myself clearly on the side of the road and in our old haunts
I've wrestled with fear, regret and wisdom
And at the end of it all love won't be denied
I can't have answers if I don't question
Broke down and wounded I let Jesus find me
My one prayer for you is always mercy
Though your method for me was a silent vengeance




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festivus (cornerstone part 1)

I am still processing the concentrated, fruitful time that sometimes resembles an overload of emotional chaos that last week was. Cornerstone holds a lot of memories for me, not because its anyplace special but because its been a consistent part of my life for something like 15 years... A lot of years.

I am confident in Gods faithful care. He shows Himself to be full of mercy in the most difficult times and the best. So worthy of trust that I am ashamed of my ideas of self reliance and how I am always jumping in trying to do his job in "my life" that I've supposedly surrendered to him.

I'm not thru processing this last week and maybe need a little time before I speak but there's a rich bundle of life I just lived and solved and faced and accepted. And it all starts with knowing myself more than I ever have before. And knowing God in me.

I don't know where to begin so this will be my start, everything else is formulating, brewing, mending in my head and in my heart, waiting for the moment of self expression where clarity and timing will make my words something that will not only speak truth to me but bring healing to you as you watch my process. No, Gods process in me. As I give you a window into the vulnerable broken mess that is my soul and you listen as God makes something completely His.

I usually wouldn't say this, but I hope it matters to you. I hope you realize how much I sometimes want to withdraw into my shy self, but I feel compelled that I should let you watch my attempts at surrender. I feel a need to get on a stage and sing until I'm hoarse and empty, give to the poor until it hurts and write late into the night and early in the mornings in hope that you find a kinship with my brokenness and need for God and mostly a way to meet yourself, to be honest about who you are. Because in that truth you find your need for Gods mercy, and how freely He has already given it.

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