New eyes

7/27/08

i hate lusting. your love is so much better
it is
real to the core, selfless, courageous, with depth,
clean, beautiful, truthful, nothing like satan's twisted imitation
so keep my thoughts on what is noble and pure,
on heavenly things,
keep me in you.
teach me to walk with you, how to write.
to be more than a conqueror.
Praise you with every breath; open my eyes.
Love will always inspire. Period. 


Take me to your world, where everything
is seen as what it could be, and
love, visible, is the key that opens everything
so that every second you can hear
the chains of lust, pride, indulgence hit the ground,
the heart's first gasp after a lifetime of imprisonment heard in
Africa, China, Europe, South America and the
great cloud of witnesses above thundering with cheers, applause,
rejoicing for the freed prisoners who can but manage a whisper 


Take me to your world, Alpha and Omega
where every prayer, no matter how big or small
is a bird with wings, wings that never fail because they are always
caught in the wind of Grace,
so though they may have to fly through storms
and miles of miles, though the takeoff was rocky..
they always reach the One who hears, our Father in heaven,
who sees every bird and gives it a better sky to fly in 


Take me to your world Father, where every small detail is a stroke
upon the painting
when a brother makes that decision to not click at 3 am, how his
character is strengthened, and how purity becomes more of his garment,
though all he feels is shabbyness.