-selah-

in His hand are the depths of the earth
and the mountains peaks belong to him
You forgave the iniquity of your people
and you came and covered all of their sin
when I am in distress you answer me
for you my Lord have comforted me

you cover me in your loving care
you shield me from my own despair
and running from you,I fear I dare
just ruined and wounded in disrepair

but it ain't gotta be like that
with the cycle of grace and then retract
because all the dirt I throw on myself
won't cause me to be removed of the shelf
of restoration and the hope of a purer heart
"I'm not there yet but Im past the start"

Godly, no
cleaning, yeah
Potters clay
molded here

-wonderland-

Crystals oh more valueable than jewelry
like God playing around with ice as his archery
white bliss falling repelling
my word fails with spelling
the adjectives that cannot comprehend
this joy, my glorious end of man?
no, but the one who weaves it all
the sky shows his love and quiet call
through entertaining the world in all it's tar
You give us pure white laying on my car
the stars are jealous with light
trying to compete with a beautiful sight
anticipation runs over in a dash
when the rain stops and the snowy lash
of grace falls and vain to curse it
so I sit back, reflect and begin to worship
because that's what You want
not my crap or my jokes
you want my love and affection
a vessel dirty and broke
but the sin is deep, hurt too far
but what You know, it's never too hard
snow to God, strange comparison
I say no, just worthy love and affection.

-redemption-

Everyday I fall and sin
Why do I let satan in?
The punishment is clear to see
But someway, it's not affecting me
Thoughts, lies, and foolish things
What death and pain can this all bring?
A lot is what I've come to know
But all I eat is a helping of crow
When I want know, hurts what I do
And what I do, brings hurt to you

Your love and grace is not for play
But forgiveness I ask today
White like snow I want to be
Through Christ's blood, you rescue me.

-tarrying presipitation-

sparkling all bright in the sun
beauty left to be undone
into the sky from whence it came
the puddles of the fallen rain
floods, pains, concerns in mind
im just hoping this will rhyme
in all that's said in all of time
puddles in the sun is a favorite of mine
prose and free verse on my mind
conformity and rip offs will not be me
breaking of from reality because
I am strange
but strange in the positive
completely incomparitive
because who else would care to muddle
in a poem riddled about puddles?
that'd be me.

-rain-

as I ride think and speculate
at the ground that's not going to dehydrate
and the pessimists that hate the rain
I know their downer words are vain
for God has blessed the earth I think
with a chance to recieve a needed drink
as they their hope is filled with doubt
I'm just glad were not in a drought
giant puddles form in my way
I splash and ponder as I play
and random thoughts fill my brain
as I enjoy Gods own rain.
(this was written hours before it started flooding in town)

-Sunday morning-

am I decieved?
the moon is out
when I start to leave
the sun is tardy
and I miss it's rays
starting out on this dark "day"
even though, I sit in the car
with my stuff and a cold guitar
nothing to fear nor words to say
because this is the day the Lord has made
moving with speed we trek on to church
to seek my makers face,to look, to search
nevertheless, all will see
that it's all worth (not to you) to me
because that's when I will see
Gods loving hands completing me.

Sent from my iPod

-midnight-

is it all I dare
to just sit and stare
into skys that never change
or is it worse enough
that all handi-cuffs
are placed gently on the floor?
I think and say
that all I may
create here is a dream
but nevertheless,
a dream I guess
is something not unseen?
questions questions
said into air
but not enough will to ask them
my maker my God
is no facade
and dreams will come just to have them

-creativity-

Inspiration
it comes and goes
the art with growth
or waste it goes

insignificance
all I know
is nothing is small
in the eyes of Dios

windfall of life
ideas glalore
but when I have nothing
I just write some more

some just feel
they don't have a voice
but when they get a chance
all will rejoice

at the feet of the king
I will fall
struggle and earth
I'll forget them all
no more I'll look for rhymes
the words and song with fly and climb
all will cease and look and stare
as I fly and leave for another somewhere

-slamming the skins-

the thumps and cracks
that seem to lack
order and system
comes through the cracks
in my house's vents.
I walk briskly on downstairs
in the dark, I intently stare
til I walk into something quiet painful
( a broken stair I might add)
but no matter to me
(as you can see)
that my mission is to reach
the beast of all beats
the drum set I surround
and begin to arouse my tools and tricks of the trade
two skinny worn drum sticks destined to hit miss and improve my skills with my stay.
they accompany my hands as an extension of my body to make glorious music to the King
my parents know it's noise and smile and joy to the throne it brings
blast beats breakdowns and with speed I will play
enjoying every second, some praise to display
no matter, to all that desire and care
when you want to know what task I am to bear
as I shut all doors with care
you will hear me run downstairs.

unity in the pits

unity in the pits

orphans crying
anyone there?
the one that saves them
has been in the same nightmare
abandoned and left with nothing to own
but in that same place, victory is shown
as they scream in their prayers
'save me from this dark affair'
but if you hear nothing else, hear this
I want unity with You in the pits.

blessings fall with a glorious sound
then hardship comes and no hope to be found
darkness comes, is there light to see?
relearning to walk to love to breathe
but that is when He shows who he is
he shows unity with you fallen in the pits

I sit on my back wishing for a Cadillac
that will take me far away a place to backtrack
but nothing comes and I begin to ask
'why Lord is this happening to me'
a reply comes 'so that you will see'
whether rejoicing in victory or taking all the hits
I want to rest in unity with you in the pits.

above pressure

understand that?
is my size unsatisfactory to you and
your ideals of aristocrats?
should I be ashamed of that?
I say no, screw that
pardon my French but
I take pride in my extra stat
ure and chivalry
I do not fall for sluts and scatilly clad women that are in ruts
I look for my Esther
like my ancestor
give me purity!
and soundness of mind
that my gift will be recieved and responded with the like
white silk
praising my God
with joy, enjoyment and love
flowing adoration and explosive exhortation
no one will be mistaken
my God is amor and alone in his beautification
you see him?
do you comprehend
blood and water flowing for life to lend?
but no, to take
as an lake of grace
I AM SINKING. in a gift in place
of my insecurities and disgrace
"made in my image" - I hear you say
but in sin and guilt is all I repay
but to my repentance I come again
and to purity I regain.