Monday, January 27, 2014

Lemons

If you withstand lemons
I don't think you're sour
Rather I think you can find something tasty
In the seemingly icky

And I commend you
For if a drop of lemon ever touched my tongue
I would spit and spat
Until I tasted none

But somehow someway
There are people everyday
Who are willing to taste a little lemon
And still smile all the same

I so wish I could be this way

Love

I know a love capable
I know a love sovereign
I know a love driven
I know a love overwhelmed

My heart pours this love
Oh, child know love
I beg you know love
As you haven't before

Orphan
Never loved before
Clinging to fleeting hope
Yearning for touch
Her heart never knows
Penetrate love on her Father

My Father bled love
To spread on those
Whose lives loveless
Cry desperate

Fill me with love
Send me to spread love
Let them feel the love
And not forget

Instill truth in them
They are not forgotten
Oh Father of love
Consume us in love
That we may produce your love

Stained Glass

You know when you look at stained glass
And see colors separated by thin cracks
Making a picture that shows life
Or a representation of hope of life

You think how easy it would be to throw a stone
And crack
The glass is shattered
Millions of colors across the church floor
A picture of hope destroyed
Lives broken by one thrown stone

Many people saw that picture before it was broken
They looked at the beauty, the perfection
They hoped and wished to live like the picture
To live a life of color

Many people experienced the impact of the stone
Many people held anger towards the one by which it was thrown
Yet not one had the strength to fully mend it
It was beyond their power to take millions of pieces
Millions of hearts
And bind them again into one picture

But there was one
One more powerful than any person
One with a vision, a love, a hope for the once beautiful creation
One who was willing to walk all around the floor
Picking up shard by shard of broken, stained glass
Willing to be cut by the sharp edges
Willing to remain hopeful despite the seemingly impossible circumstances
Willing to use every ounce of power to demonstrate his will

So that every piece he studied
Every shard he touched
Was restored to the life-filled picture
And after a moment or millennium
The stained glass came together in unity
And his light shown gloriously
Restored to the perfection it was made to be