you can hear me now
because i’m silent
you can read my thoughts
because they’re
running down my face
*
sometimes it’s the little things
that can do the most damage
the little hole in your balloon
you huff and puff
but you get nowhere
*
today the winds are stronger than my strength
tonight my weakness is weaker than you think
pray for me
or i’ll be gone by morning
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
bless this seed, Lord
i have seen what Your blessing can do
my sins have left me bare and
deserted
i will not allow myself to
wallow in my bad decisions
but instead
i ask for Hope
send rain to this dry patch of earth
my soul cries for the rain that forgives
forgive me Lord
for allowing my storehouse to go stale
where harvested dreams sat for many years
through famine and wanting
feeding no one
i repent
i only have this one seed, Lord
i trust my heart with no one but You
make something new
no one else can create like You do
share with me Your secrets to giving
Father, break this ancient grain and
shower upon it the good rain
the one where mercy and grace abound
i choose You to bless this seed, Lord
may it grow and bear fruit
and feed for generations to come
allow me to sit with You
high on a mountaintop
between the valleys blessed and
valleys cursed
and watch You
turn my seed into a garden and
a garden into vineyards and
vineyards into abundance
abundance of praise for eternity
from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
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