"Quia amasti me, fecisti me amabilem."
-Augustine
Monday, May 31, 2010
Psalm 31
"I will be glad and rejoice in your unfailing love,
for you have seen my troubles,
and you care about the anguish of my soul.
You have not handed me over to my enemies
but have set me in a safe place."
-Psalm 31:7-8
What religion, what god, what being, what cosmic source cares about sinners?
You are the only One who actively seeks out the least of these...the worst of the worst...You call us bastard children by name and come to our side.
As often as I have tried to escape this impossible love...ever have You remained faithful.
Rejoice...rejoice...such beauty, such grace, such love...I just want to share how much I love and appreciate everything. My words are so useless...I have nothing but feeble words of thanks and praise.
I have so many thanks for the times You have answered my prayers...the times You have dragged me kicking and screaming to a place of reflection...the times You have let me sit in darkness just so I could see the falseness within my heart...all of this...all these things...
It almost feels like I should lament over wasted years but the beauty is that You have forgiven me for all things. To beat myself over such things is sheer pointlessness because I have came here for a specific and real purpose.
Everything that is...that will be...that ever was...these things are...such beauty...
I just want to be faithful.
All of the words, thoughts and hopes...
Help me be faithful in the small and large things.
I could never do this on my own.
Thank You for carrying me.
"This morning I fell out of bed
when I woke up to what he had said.
Everything's crazy but I'm too lazy to lie
And what am I to do
Just tell me what am I suppose to say
I can't change the world
But I can change the world in me
I rejoice
Rejoice"
for you have seen my troubles,
and you care about the anguish of my soul.
You have not handed me over to my enemies
but have set me in a safe place."
-Psalm 31:7-8
What religion, what god, what being, what cosmic source cares about sinners?
You are the only One who actively seeks out the least of these...the worst of the worst...You call us bastard children by name and come to our side.
As often as I have tried to escape this impossible love...ever have You remained faithful.
Rejoice...rejoice...such beauty, such grace, such love...I just want to share how much I love and appreciate everything. My words are so useless...I have nothing but feeble words of thanks and praise.
I have so many thanks for the times You have answered my prayers...the times You have dragged me kicking and screaming to a place of reflection...the times You have let me sit in darkness just so I could see the falseness within my heart...all of this...all these things...
It almost feels like I should lament over wasted years but the beauty is that You have forgiven me for all things. To beat myself over such things is sheer pointlessness because I have came here for a specific and real purpose.
Everything that is...that will be...that ever was...these things are...such beauty...
I just want to be faithful.
All of the words, thoughts and hopes...
Help me be faithful in the small and large things.
I could never do this on my own.
Thank You for carrying me.
"This morning I fell out of bed
when I woke up to what he had said.
Everything's crazy but I'm too lazy to lie
And what am I to do
Just tell me what am I suppose to say
I can't change the world
But I can change the world in me
I rejoice
Rejoice"
Dawn
Such funny little words
sit perched st the tip of my tongue
as I began this day with hope anew.
There is so much I do and do not know
and fear mixed with hope
about through my soul
as the wind swirls the rising mists.
Once more I am posed to rise,
sword in hand
book in the other
as I hope to hope for peace.
These words loose meaning
when they are divorced
from their precious context.
I will find the reason to smile today,
the joy will not be so easily stolen away.
Pain will rise and fall,
life will continue its downward spiral
but hope shall continue.
Love will overcome and win.
sit perched st the tip of my tongue
as I began this day with hope anew.
There is so much I do and do not know
and fear mixed with hope
about through my soul
as the wind swirls the rising mists.
Once more I am posed to rise,
sword in hand
book in the other
as I hope to hope for peace.
These words loose meaning
when they are divorced
from their precious context.
I will find the reason to smile today,
the joy will not be so easily stolen away.
Pain will rise and fall,
life will continue its downward spiral
but hope shall continue.
Love will overcome and win.
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