Monday, April 30, 2012

Losing ourselves to have more of God ... it's an art. To be recklessly abandoned is to receive more. So in love with the Lord. I pull myself away from his presence. I sit speechless. :)

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Holy Fire
Come and burn
Things that were and things that are,
Make the future bright.
Set free by love
Blood as jealous as death
But scarifice and loss
The gifts we do not own
Nor deserve the place he took.
Coming to nations to cleanse
To lead, to inspire
To grow his kingdom
The message sent
With reluctance I told
But now the fire and passion
Bring me to my knees
Words that spill
from a heart appeased
Reward is peace.
- Drea





Friday, April 20, 2012

Eclipsed by Romance

How do religious ideas capture one? Through the way God's presence effects one's interior. Through religion we  sense or taste for the infinite. God is an experience. The  thing you would die for speaks to mood and emotion.  We follow God because our ability to understand his love, not out of  religious duty. Something about our encounter with God is different.  What did your experience feel like to meet him? Like the ocean ... there is something more that transcends . God is this feeling of something that envelops and fills us. 

- Ponderings from my Christian Tradition Class

Monday, April 2, 2012

Last Plane




Miles away.   
Didn’t have to fly that far
Last plane, Last try 
I wonder where you are.

Drenched in all they could steal.
Time and place did not heal.
Thought I needed to fight.
Well won't hurt for the things i can't control anymore

Just tell me that i'm enough  
My heart is frail but my skin is tough
Come unbind me so more

All I need to keep forward,
Is all you've given me ,as I restore.
I couldn't forge the strength to put it back together
But your a mystery that binds me

Now I feel safe
Cause i'm  home for the first time
Didn't seem like it could be real. 
In the seen and Unseen.
The Locket i hold.

Of what depth i conceal
Hide the places that feel. 
So I don't blow in the breeze
But root in the ground.
What the the world never gave
True love's real sound.
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