Can hope proceed from the hopeless?
Can mercy be obtained from the merciless?
These scars run deep
Deeper than grooves on a wheel.
Deeper than a worship song
That brings goosebumps on my skin.
Darker than a permanent mark
Like a tattoo or piercing.
I desired a king,
communion was no longer enough.
I desired a king,
no, I didn’t want to seek your heart first.
I don't know about you but I have struggled at times to reconcile the nature and character of the God of the Old Testament with the God in the New Testament. I sometimes find myself asking or being asked questions like "If God is a God of love how could He order nations to be wiped out?" or "Why did he favour one people over everyone else?".
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As she laid in the still of the night she could hear the wind move the curtain at her open window. In the distance, she could hear the loud revelling and although quite a few regulars called earlier she had no desire for them this eve.
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In the cool of morn she came to me,
Her heart worn on her sleeve for all to see.
This was not our first encounter and I knew it wouldn’t be the last.
Like the ticking of the clock and the anticipation of the next tock,
My soul eagerly waits for you.
Waiting for the hope and restoration you will bring with time,
The lights go out and my nerves go too.
This has been the case for as long as I can remember.
My memory is long and stands as strong as timber.
If I allow myself to be introspective, it is clear that this isn't the first time that I have found myself in this situation and every single time before I have come out of the deep end a better swimmer.
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I remember praying for you late nights
Simply just wanting you to be alright.
Loved like tomorrow won’t come.
This loving feels like his kingdom comes,
Comes and sweeps me off my feet,
The day has finally come when my prince I will now meet.