Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Something Worth Working At

i'm going to make something better. i'm going to make a glorious sound. i'm going to help you out. in one way or another, i'm going to add to your life. someday, this will all seem amazing to you. someday, this will all make more sense. and someday, you will give thanks for the love that you've been given; that you've been provided; that you've had provided to you. there are so many reasons to give in to doubts, but even more reasons to hold on to hope. and to remind why i loved you in the first place. so remember that when your face is on the floor.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Down at the Swimming Hole (That Water Looks Pretty Cold)


sometimes, you gotta just jump right in, and not worry about how that cold water's gonna affect you. usually, what matters most is that first leap. like the one i'm about to take, right now. i love you, God. and i love you, Jesus. since you are the same thing, you know that I only need to say that to one of you. but i'm going to say it to both. just for further emphasis. and to keep myself reminded. bcuz im a forgetter. and i don't like that about myself. so if you will, please keep me reminded of how much i love you, and how much you love me. and please, don't leave me out here stranded. because frankly, i've finally found where i'm wanting to be. and what i'm wanting to do. and that is, serve you. but more importantly, serve you in the way i am best capable. so, i will sing, and dance, and breathe, and cry, and laugh as hard as i can. and i will lead, and stumble, and admit my mistakes, and let others know how much they matter. i'm sorry that we're having to go through this, this week. i'm sorry that we've had such a rough time, lately. and i'm sorry that i forgot how much amazement my life is. may i never miss another golden opportunity to serve you, again.

This Bright Little Sun

when they beat down on us, the sun came up. we were so much better from the wounds we'd found. battered and bruised, defiled and used. and a new assurance was left, in the persuit of you. making us new inside our view. a look from the window, a beautiful view.
that this was all saved, we were better than brave. we are better than sunshowing, on a cloudy day. this time, it's us all versus the clouds. we'll live in lightning, it's better than towers. striking the grounds as we swim for hours. running, and circling over the town.