Thursday, July 23, 2009

Worry

Like a single-celled amoeba multiplying, demanding more.
Time wasted in a gerbil wheel whirling around on the floor.
It permeates your mind capturing each and every thought,
Holding it for ransom as your mind spins all for nought.

Fingering worry beads will not alleviate your ceaseless fretting,
You cannot tie up your worries in a bag made out of netting.
When worries inhabit your head God cannot feed your soul
Scattered minds allow no Godly focus for Him to make you whole.

Priorities not aligned with God’s and they are overwhelming you.
Until finally in desperation you cry out to God to see you through.
Remembering the times before on His promises you’d laid claim
You bowed your head in shame and wept reiterating His name.

Our God is faithful, and He is love, and He supplies our need.
And all that worry and fretting does it to give the Devil heed.
Worry is one of the Devil’s tools to keep you pre-occupied
When you gave your life to Christ that worry should have died.
Being secure in Him is allowing Him to be your guide.

Casting all your cares upon Him is the way it ought to be
It is the only way you can walk this life and finally be free.
If God is on the throne of your life Your burdens should be light,
And He will win the battle of worry if you let Him be your sight.
 

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The Mask

A changing mosaic, the mystery of you.
Only God can unmask and see what is true.
You can change the moods written clearly on your face,
But to change your heart needs a measure of God’s Grace.

Through the mirror I see a foggy measure of me,
But this is not what I want God, or you to see.

Through the mirror runs veins of weak faults I know,
Silvered poor reflections thwart my desire to grow.

I retire behind my mask endeavoring to hide
The true picture of me that lives down deep inside.

A changing mosaic, the mystery of you.
Only God can unmask and see what is true.
You can change the moods written clearly on your face,
But to change your heart needs a measure of God’s Grace.

I want to make my Father proud of the work I’ve done in me.
But alas His words again come back and will not let me be

I have worked hard to rise above the gratification of me
My works are all in vain for it was Jesus who set me free.

I work because His love has taken up residence inside
There is no need to wear a mask and even attempt to hide.

A changing mosaic, the mystery of you.
Only God can unmask and see what is true.
You can change the moods written clearly on your face,
But to change your heart needs a measure of God’s Grace.

I want to take off this mask that causes me such pain.
And be made alive in the truth that is me once again.

Determined that for all time a charade I will not be,
And lay hold to the Christ whose love has set me free.

Without the mask there will be no need to put on a show,
For the genuine me will be clearly the only one to know.

A changing mosaic, the mystery of you.
Only God can unmask and see what is true.
You can change the moods written clearly on your face,
But to change your heart needs a measure of God’s Grace.