Christian Living, Contentment, Gentle death, Hope, Jesus, Joy, Sacred Space

Thief Of Joy

Thief of Joy

Envy, no more my heart entertain,
Separation, it selfishly employs;
For me and You gives mutual pain,
It robs us fellowship and joy.

Self-loathing takes me to a sphere,
Where, in God, many flaws I find;
My heart, it plays back like a mirror,
Contentment, losing strength of mind.

Thief of joy, your fault is found,
Your common but pretentious lie;
Your doubts now buried neath’ the ground,
Will help my fears to gently die.

Gentle death, Jesus, Joy, Love, Music, Poetry, Theology

Free To Fall

Free To Fall

Free from self—my friendly foe,
A gentle death, the task ahead;
Boundless beauty it will sew,
Bleeding heart, its shell is shed.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

Tearful nights that balm the soul,
Not one of them escapes Your heart;
In weary hours Your comfort’s shown,
Whispering, You fuel the spark.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

Reckless heart by Spirit led,
To lose the world—for me no loss;
These lungs that sing will rest to breathe,
The sweet aroma of Your cross.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

In Your light I’m free to fail,
Free to stand before Your throne;
The strength of Love has torn the veil,
Calling me to be Your own.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.