Sparks and Light What is a spark It ignites into flame that can spread Light The result and the source of joy, happiness, grace, gratitude, and inspiration. It can be felt even when you can’t see it. It can be found even in the darkest place In those places one must look No matter how dark things are the light can be found Even the smallest spark can become a roaring flame Creating light that can become a lifeline If you can’t find one then be one God gives everyone the ability How will you use it Will you be one of light or one of darkness It is a choice only you can make Darkness loses in the end Light will prevail and can never be extinguished Many will try to stop you Tell you that you have nothing and will make no difference But nothing is impossible with God Let it show Inspire others It creates the kindling needed to grow To become an inferno One day banish away the darkness forever never to be seen again. With nothing but the light to dominate forevermore.
Patience, patience
Teach me to follow Your heart
Into trust and rest
Wherein I find that all I crave
Is kept away for my sake
Or held in Your hand
Until the time is right
Let me lay my head on Your lap
Blinking up at future blessings
Waiting, waiting
Until they warm and sweeten
Falling ripe at Your feet
Lo-Ruhamah: What's in a Name? by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Lo-Ruhamah: What's in a Name?
What's in a name?
Any name would be sweet
unless you are burdened
with the name they gave me.
Two letters too many
and the Loved becomes the Damned:
"No-Mercy" they called me -
just fancy that!
"No-Mercy" - imagine
the awkward looks
every time I introduce myself.
Picture little me,
shunned by other kids,
the brunt of every bully's jokes,
a victim from the start
of my father's stupid choice.
What the hell, Dad?
Did you even
stop to think what it does to me?
"God told me" - whatever!
What about me?
You made me your message
but also made me messed up,
blessed me with childhood trauma
and chronic doubt in God.
But guess what:
I have learnt
to
A Dedication to God by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
Literature
A Dedication to God
For all my rants and opinions, I am a wise man who knows very little when in the presence of God
For all of my earthly knowledge matters very little when overshadowed by the grace of God’s truth
For God asked Job, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell me, if you know so much. Do you know how its dimensions were determined, and who did the surveying? What supports its foundations, and who laid its cornerstones, as the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?”
Do we really, truly know God, or are just pretending to blend in and mask our own faults from our fellow man?
Why do
Give me a song in the land of the desolate,
Give me a voice to sing
The praise of Your glory and manifold blessing,
Immortal, unchangeable King!
Give me a voice in the land of the voiceless,
Give me temperate words;
Let them smolder and kindle and light a bright fire
As hearts begin to burn.
He redeems my soul in safety
From the battle that I wage
I sought the Lord, He answered me
Released me from my cage
He speaks His power over me
While still the nations war
He holds me in His tender hand
Secure forevermore
our brokenness and sins like linens
wrapped around our dead, unfeeling limbs
entangling like cords of death
waiting
just waiting
for the resurrection day
when all will be unraveled
and set aside
neatly folded
Blood, blood
Falling like rain
From thorns and whips and splitting skin;
Spit, spit
Flying like hail,
Splinters, beatings, driving nails;
Scorn, scorn
Chanted and cried -
All reviled the crucified.
Tears, tears
Falling like rain
From friends who had denied His name;
Doubt, doubt,
Fear for their lives;
Would they be captured and crucified?
Shame, grief -
All was lost,
The Lord was mastered by a cross.
But hope, hope -
Death had not won,
His glorious kingdom had begun
Light, light,
Holy power
The grave destroyed, all sin devoured
Men, women,
Face to face
With the risen One who authored grace.
Love, love
Falling like rain
He paid our ransom,