Broken is the man, stained by sin,
likewise the woman, born of his rib.
Lost are their children, strayed since birth,
for they don’t understand the soul or its worth.
Ravaged by envy, driven by greed,
they’re pushed and pulled by the evil one’s seed.
He’s planted it there within their hearts,
leading them swiftly into the dark.
But light still exists in the form of Christ!
For love overflows from the Giver of Life!
He takes the guilt and the shame we all bear,
He wipes the slate clean, He signs His name there.
We’ve all been offered His infinite grace,
both deeper than oceans, more expansive than space.
There is no end to the grace He bestows,
the depth of His love, not one can know.
For He is beyond and so high above
that He cannot sin; He simply loves.
His love is greater than all we have known,
much higher than the eagle has ever flown.
No comparison of love will ever be found,
for God is unfathomable, His grace too profound.
Yet our souls have weight, we’re given a choice,
to ignore His gift or to follow His voice.
We are to choose between life and death,
and God will decide in whom to place breath.
Though some will fall and rise no more,
others will marvel at His graces galore.
For He yearns to take us to heaven with Him,
to shower us in grace and to usher us in.
There with the angels His praises we’ll sing
to the Grace of all Graces, our King of Kings.
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Imagine an artist whose art comes to life…
His paintings leap from their canvasses,
his sculptures break free and move,
His storied characters rise from their pages,
his poetry blossoms and breathes.
Whatever he creates takes shape,
their lungs filling up with air.
Whatever he envisions comes to be,
for life flows from his giving hands.
Now, imagine his creations in the world
where they live and they interact.
Imagine they’re given free will,
granted freedom upon the earth.
Their environment is sublime,
their surroundings are so pristine.
They commune together here, at peace
with each other and their creator.
Next, imagine that they rebel,
they reject their giver of life.
Chaos, anguish, and ire ensue,
pain and hate take root.
What once was a place of harmony
has been plagued and riddled by evil.
The creations are razing their canvas to the ground,
their creator just watches them go…
There are wells of tears in his eyes
and his heart is beyond broken.
His paintings have discolored,
his sculptures have all contorted.
His characters have been manipulated,
his poetry has turned against him.
All that he’s created has changed,
warped by the evil in their hearts.
All that he had dreamed and envisioned
has been lost, ruined, undone.
He gave of himself in their creation,
but his love was not returned to him.
Now, imagine that we are his paintings,
know that we are his sculptures.
Understand that we are his characters,
believe that we are his poetry.
His life still flows through our veins,
his breath still breathes in our lungs.
His love still beats in our hearts,
and his touch is still within reach.
His longing stands before us,
his arms are open wide.
His embrace will reshape and remold us
into what he dreamed we would be.
Now, imagine he’s painting our path,
know that he’s sculpting our souls.
Understand he’s the author of our lives,
and believe our poetry is still being penned…
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Sometimes the world feels so big, and I feel quite small.
There are things to do that I haven’t yet figured out how.
There are places to go that I’m unsure where to look.
There are people to meet that I’m unfamiliar with.
There are mountains to climb, yet I am still unequipped.
There are oceans to cross, yet I haven’t the stamina to swim.
I peer out the window and see the world, tall and ominous.
The people around me move so quickly that I can’t react.
There are days that pass by and I feel all too unaccomplished.
There are nights that worry prevents me from sleeping.
It’s difficult to admit when I feel overwhelmed.
It’s often embarrassing to ask another for help.
I’m no longer a boy, but am I truly a man?
I’m no longer a student, but there’s much more to learn.
The ambient noises are sometimes overbearing.
The constant advice is sometimes taken as criticism.
In this world so large, I’m truly very small.
I am a leaf on the wind, a single drop in the wide sea.
And so I close my eyes to escape the weight.
I close my eyes to dream of a place otherworldly.
I dream of feeling wanted, needed, loved.
It’s a distant and lofty dream, dreamt with regularity.
I close my eyes tightly and I drift off to sleep.
And when I awaken, I know what awaits me in spirit.
When I arise, I know that I’ll be embraced.
For I have been created and I am dearly loved.
I am wanted for a purpose, needed for many things.
In my life I will take countless small steps.
But when added up, I will have walked a great distance.
And so, I close my eyes tonight, ready for sleep.
I will once again think these very thoughts.
Once again I will dream this very dream.
And when I stir in the morning, I will once again rise.
Though small I will stand, and I will take many small steps.
I will go a great distance, until I become weary once more.
There I will lie down to sleep, to dream, and again to rise.
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Lo que siento por ti no se puede expresar con palabras,
Lo que siento por ti es más profundo y más amplio
que incluso los océanos.
La extensión de aguas no podría ni acercarse
al amor que te tengo.
La profundidad del mar es menos que una sola gota
de lo que siento por ti.
Las lluvias podrían inundar toda la tierra
y tampoco sería más grande que nuestro amor.
Lo que siento por ti se desarrolló en instantes,
y a la vez sigue creciendo.
Cada día aprendo cosas nuevas sobre ti
y cada día me asombras más y más.
Jamás pensé que podría sentir algo tan fuerte
que mi corazón no pudiera contenerlo.
Mi amor por ti excede la capacidad de mis células
y no lo puedo negar.
Lo que siento por ti no tiene límites
y sigue expandiendo más aún.
La palabra “sentimiento” no es suficiente
para describir lo que tenemos tú y yo.
Mi cerebro piensa en amarte, mi corazón quiere amarte,
y mi alma necesita amarte.
Con cada fibra de mi ser,
deseo y planeo amarte.
Lo que siento por ti no tiene fin,
y sé que nunca se va a acabar.
Nunca antes hubiera podido imaginar
que el amor fuera así.
Tan fuerte es lo que siento por ti
que no lo puedo mantener adentro.
Con gozo y alegría te amo
en cada momento de mi vida.
Lo que siento por ti es el amor verdadero
que crece y crece y no deja de crecer.
Cada día pienso que no sería posible
Pero cada día que sigue me doy cuenta
de que estaba equivocado.
No hay otra palabra que amor para describir
lo que siento por ti.
Lo que siento por ti nunca será superado,
sin importar lo que pase.
Si te llevaran al otro lado de la galaxia,
Si me prohibieran de verte para siempre,
Y sabiendo bien que esas dos cosas podrían pasar,
Lo que siento por ti, amor mío,
es amor como Dios lo destinó.
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Sitting in the garden alone,
I pray out to the Lord who sits on His throne.
I marvel at His majesty,
and wonder why He would ever think of me.
I am just a sinful man,
tainted by the world, with sin on my hands.
The words I pray are quiet and small;
how could they ever matter to the Lord of All?
Sunday morning we all sing,
lifting up our voices in praise to the King.
Some will raise their hands to the sky
while others will kneel down to pray and to cry.
In unison we glorify,
but our words are often empty and our hearts so dry.
Five hundred voices harmonize,
and yet they do no justice to the Lord on High.
Angels in the heavenly clouds,
dancing and rejoicing and shouting out loud.
It’s an overwhelming sight,
joyful explosions of both sound and light.
Even the lions and the trees
are leaping in worship and bowing on their knees.
But still it’s simply not enough
to glorify a God who is so glorious.
Yet somehow God is more than pleased;
He’s filled with joy at the dancing of the trees.
He’s also honored by our songs;
even sung by sinners, He’d hear us all day long.
He is even happy with me;
a long lost son who’s come home on his knees.
Our God is oh so glorious,
yet He still longs to love and be loved by us.
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