I cry, and I don’t know why.
Staring, at the sky
today.
No sad tears-
just tears,
filling my
eyes…
Sometimes,
I don’t know why,
I cry, but
sometimes,
I do.
Category: Moments
The beauty of the rose,
is in it thorns; that pierce
and prick, those
unaware. Stifling
jubilant eyes, resting
upon petals, bearing
silken shades; to
God’s glory. Soil
shields, light streams,
waters feed-
This boastful beauty,
exclaiming,
“Look at me!”
What we might consider a nuisance upon grasping a rose, the thorns, are there to protect the flowers from being eaten and damaged by predators. Therefore, without the thorns, we might never see the beautiful flower, the rose, in all of its splendor.
If we claim to have fellowship with him and yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live out the truth.
1 John 1:6 (NIV)
It was 1993 and I was in the Czech Republic seeing things that no one I had ever known could have seen. I was in a little town called Olomouc, around 2:00 AM, and I was lost and alone. It would be many years until my first encounter with the Lord so I was knee-deep in the world and loving it.
Continue readingSo many voices,
shouting, look at me!
You, see us all.
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