Beauty

What is beauty?
Is it a look?
A style?
A gift?

A look, surely
Style helps
But a gift?
From who?

Beauty is something that resonates through a person.
It is something mysterious, raw, intriguing.
It belongs to even the most broken people.
To the plain in looks,
To the dry in personality.
Because beauty is not a trait, it is not a quality,
It is a gift.

The gift of life, of being individually created.
He knit each part of you together and said, "it is good"
You are beautiful because He created you.
You are beautiful because your heart has been bruised and
broken, but you have not been defeated.
You are beautiful because even when people have not
shown you love, you still loved others completely.

Do you see it?
Do you believe it?
Well even if you don't see it,
or believe it,
You are beautiful.

The Father is enthralled by your beauty.
You are unique, special, chosen, beloved.
The world will try to tell you that you are not beautiful,
you don't measure up.
But there is beauty in your "flaws"
Because they are not flaws at all.

You were perfectly created.
Created to be you.

And you are beautiful.

Perfect

The perfect spot
The best place
I belong completely
There is no longing,
no holes
Just completeness,
fullfillment

The worry subsides
The weight is lifted
I am at peace
There is no doubt,
no guilt
Just confidence,
understanding

The world slips away
and it is just you
Overwhelming me with
your love

Seeing

The quiet stillness starts to fade
as creation prepares for a new day.
Frost and dew still cling to
grass and flowers,
ready to melt away with the coming light.

As the sun starts to rise,
the mountains sing and dance
with color and warmth.

The dark blanket of night is pulled back
to reveal the beautiful canvas
of the morning sky.

Birds chirp with delight,
announcing that the new day has arrived.
Life of the new day starts to
rise out of the precious rest
that had come with the night.

Awakening to the realities of obligations,
the rest that was gained
slowly slips away.

The beauty of the trees,
the mountains goes unnoticed.
Their songs fall on deaf ears,
their dances on blind eyes.
But they continue to dance and sing
in hope that they will be seen, heard.

Then it happens,
a sliver of time when we stop,
we look, we see.
We see the dance and
we hear the song.

Like an infant we are in awe,
seeing for the first time.
our eyes open to the beauty that surrounds us.

For that one moment
the obligations slip away.
For that one moment
we see beyond ourselves.

A smile spreads across our faces,
pure laughter rises
out of the core of our being.
Our eyes dance with delight
and we long to play,
to dance, to sing
just as the mountains and birds do.

We long for freedom from the
obligation of life,
to live in a place of constant joy.

So we linger watching creation play,
hoping that next time the moment will last longer,
the joy will remain constant.

And slowly we become blind to the dance,
deaf to the song.
Once again consumed with our obligations.

Creation continues to dance,
sing and play.
Awaiting the next time when it can help
usher in pure joy to those
the choose to see and to hear.

I am yours

No one can quantify or
describe the glory that resonates from You.
You are the essence of
perfection and beauty.

Creator of the earth,
You are called holy, worthy.
With the whisper of your voice
mountains bow, the earth shakes.

There is none above You,
no power compares.
Your love consumes darkness,
piercing light encompassing everything.

Nothing is out of your reach,
Your kingdom is vast.
Victory belongs to you,
with no trace of defeat.

You are the highest King,
the most tender lover.
You are the most righteous judge,
the fiercest warrior.

You are mine, and I will forever
belong to You.

Desperation

Desperation consumes our hearts,
Our spirits cry out for your touch.
Please Jesus hear our cry.

Our faith is strong, our will persistent.
We will not falter,
We will not quit.

You have shown us that you work miracles
And we are asking for more.
You filled us with your love,
And we are asking you to fill us again.

We know that you are listening,
And we know that you want to heal, to restore.
So God come, please come.

Saturate us in your presence,
Wipe away the confusion, the pain.
Consume us with your peace, and comfort.

Our faith rests in you,
It can not and will not be shaken.
We trust you Lord completely,
So help us to understand your ways.

Lead us where we need to go,
Give us words to speak.
We surrender ourselves to you,
We humbly lie at your feet.

God rescue your children,
Shelter us from the storm.
Let your power overcome,
We will see your victory.

The Path

I follow a path, where it leads I'm unsure.
It is unlike any other path in existence,
unique in makeup and destination.
My own path that stretches out before me,
guiding my next steps.
For so long it was broken and winding,
but now it is straight and secure.
For so long i stumbled, i fell,
but now you draw near and help me with every step.
The path is straight, but it is not without difficulty.
There are snares of disappointment,
crumbling walls of bitterness.
All waiting to entrap me
and cause me to doubt and change my path.
Like predators awaiting weakness in prey,
they lay dormant until the opportune moment to strike.
At times they win and i am consumed with strangling darkness,
my very being trapped in the snares so carefully plotted.

But there is also a presence surrounding me
that the snares of darkness cannot compete with.
I see you everywhere along my path,
smiling at me and extending a hand.
When i cannot see you I still know that you are present,
i feel you in every part of who I am.
I hear you as a whisper in the silence,
as a tender song on the wind,
a gentle laughter in the depths of the darkness.
And before i am completely consumed,
you come as a powerful, rushing wave,
pushing back the darkness,
releasing me from the snare, helping me climb the wall.
Conquering all that is along the path
I am able to follow trusting and relying on you.

You walk with me along the path,
holding my hand,
laughing and dancing with me.
Romancing, teaching and strengthening me.
You are my beloved, my savior, my king.
You speak tenderly to me in the light of morning,
calling me lovely, chosen.
All through the day you pursue me,
singing love songs over me.
So I will respond to your love,
bringing all that i have to your feet.
Thank you that you never leave the path,
Thank you that you love me.

Unrelenting Worship

From the deepest ocean to the tallest mountain,
creation displays Your glory.
Every rock, tree and flower praising Your name.
Each intricate piece of Your tapestry creating its own song,
its own expression of love.
In the morning there is worship for the new day.
Each night praise for living another day
in the presence of the creator.
And in the midst of it all,
there is praise for the life that has been given.
Unrelenting worship.
Never ending praise.
Creation is in existence for one purpose;
To praise the one who created.
So let us be like the trees and flowers.
Praising our creator day and night.
In the morning for a new day.
Each night for living another day in His presence.
And in the midst of it all,
for the life that has been given.
Unrelenting worship.
Never ending praise.