Thursday, September 25, 2008

BY THE RIVER SIDE

Didn’t understand what he was doing
until I was walking on the water.

Not so long ago all I could hear was the sound
of the waves telling me it couldn’t be done.
and so I found myself falling, my flesh been eating away.
where was my potter when I needed him.

Thought religion could be my surf board,
Church could be my Ark.
Until I was drowning in ignorance,
blinded by the worries of life.I knew I was dying
but didn’t know why.

I’ve been standing on the riverside waiting for my turn.
But each time another got touched but me.
Now a man uses mud and spit and tells me to go
Didn’t understand what he was doing
Until I realized I was walking on the water, with
His spirit underneath my feet.

IT HAS BEGUN

A silent Bang can be heard as the echo’s of prophetic messages of the past collide.
A battle of ages is on, the kingdom been taken by force.
It has begun.
Rivers of living water flow from bellies of young daughters.
This is the days of Elijah,
I see the Glory that was on Moses now in earthly vessels.
The message is now simplified, “whoever will let him come”.

They told her one day her feet would leave the ground,
She couldn’t comprehend until she started floating.
Now her feet will not touch the ground.
Do it again Lord, her heart cries out.
The End comes accompanied by a beginning.
Let it be.

Making sense of it all....

Its been said over and over again to me that everything happens for a reason. I hang on to those words. each and everyday, though im drowning in this sea of uncertainty. I hang on to the fact that nothing just happens. Sometimes I just wake up and wish it would all go away, I wish the very life in me would just go away. So everyday I wake up and have convince my spirit that everything will be ok. I have dreams. I have always been a dreamer, and I guess that is what kills me the most. When I was a kid I used to have this whole other world in my head, a fairytale world where every story ended with “and they lived happily ever after”. I’m still waiting for my miracle. Don’t misunderstand me and think im lonely and sad because I am not. I’m very content ,it’s just that its hard to pray everyday for a miracle and God says nothing or you hear nothing. and so you wait and you wait and you wait. until months and years pass by. I beginning to think that maybe God those speak,I just ignore him so much because what he is saying may be contrary to what I want to hear.I believe in Angels but I believe in the Holy Spirit most.i just cannot get to the point were I’m able to recognize God’s voice in my life. So here I am again wondering, trying to make sense of it all, basically trying to find one thing that makes it all worth it…..

I’m wondering what the world is thinking, what are people thinking? What is the homeless man on the street thinking? What is the richest man in the world thinking? Mostly what is that little child without food thinking? That little girl who has just been raped, that crippled young boy who is told he will never walk again. This thoughts give my life meaning, because I want to get into each and everyone of this people’s minds and try to understand how each of them think. I don’t really know why but everytime I have figured out how someone thinks I have this overwhelming feeling that everything is going to be ok. I feel fulfilled. Maybe God is trying to get me involved some how .but I feel there is life there. I feel there is this river of fulfillment flowing and I want to swim in it.

I woke up this morning and I just broke down and cried .I was trying to pray yet I couldn’t, all I could think about was one thing “God can you see me”. So here I am trying to figure out my next move thou the bible told me a few hours ago not to worry about tomorrow. If God were to tell me to go out of my own country would I listen? if he told me to kill the only thing I love would I do it? I don’t know really yet this is what Abraham did. He listened to God and was willing to do everything God told him to do because he believed him. he believed that even if God wanted him to sacrifice his only son he would be able to raise the son from the dead. He was a friend of God because he Believed, why then cant we have the same faith. Why cant we believe God so much that we would lose anything and everything at his command knowing that his ways are higher than our ways. If God were to tell me to leave everything behind and go to a land he would show me (not even mention the name of the country!), just told me to pack my bags and begin to walk. Would I go? Yet we claim Abraham’s blessings are ours. So where do I go from here…girl do you know any Christian youth groups that discuss this kind of questions?