Room Full of Mirrors

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She is standing in a room full of mirrors.

She is all the people she was taught to be.

A good little girl who prays and is kind.

A pretty girl as much as she can be.

A smart girl but not too smart for men.

She is all the people she was taught to be.

Yet somehow, she is none of these.

Mirrors are liars.

Mirrors crack and shatter.

She is a woman of humility and wisdom.

She is a reflection of her Maker.

She does not need mirrors anymore.

City Girl Angel

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Photo by Keenan Constance 

 

He said he could never forget his city girl angel

under the silver moon of the Lone Star state

A fast moving Angel with lightening in her eyes

she could never abide anyone being fake

 

She loves the deep blue sea and the endless Texas sky

She is not a big crier but doesn’t like goodbyes

Sunday morning Allelujahs  clear through Saturday night

She is his city girl angel with honey in her smile

 

He said no one can forget his city girl angel

She is kind and funny and wild

So the night she died on that Texas highway

She simply smiled at him and took her flight

River Song

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The River Song shall make us glad

when the mountain’s snows melt above.

The swelling waters giving drink below

it’s melody quenching our thirst for love.

The River Song shall lead us homeward bound

where heaven and earth can never meet

Here we shall find His Kindness all around

it’s melody reveals the hope we keep.

 

So take me down to the River

Take me there where I may also sing

Of the beauty of your Holiness

And worship you as my King.

 

And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.
Romans 5:5 NLT

 

 

 

 

The Steeple Green

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She ran away with fear and a string of lies
She idolized her anger but could not hide it in her eyes
She grew up kneeling upon the steeple green
She grew so weary of trying to be clean

One day on her knees again she heard The Holy voice
“Rise up, my daughter walk away from this noise.”
She stood up and cast those idols back to hell
And tore off the string of lies she had to tell

“I have made you blameless and set you free in life
why do you still cling to death which can never be clean?”
She cried for joy and danced before the LORD God
and chose life that day upon the steeple green.

 

To Him who is able to keep us from falling and to present us before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy…to the only Wise God our Savior be glory, majesty, power AND authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen. Jude 1:24

Racing me to Dawn

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The heat hung in the air like wet cotton today.

The Texas dance of August has begun.

The manicured lawns will all soon be patched brown.

Even the humming of cicadas has gone still.

Venus burns ever so brightly racing me to dawn.

The majestic Oaks stand still as Centurion guards.

At my core the keen edge of Joy bids me come.

I reach for the poetry that fills my heart.

Night So Long

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Photo by Wallace Chuck 

I think I missed my cue

in the seismic gap between us.

The drama is widening it all the while.

There is a rawness in your eyes

burning ashes fill the sky.

The midnight train is passing by

is this my cue to cry?

A night so long and you move on

and I never say goodbye.

 

Orbs of Light

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Dreamlike orbs of light float by. I feel removed from afar. I compartmentalize the uncertainty of these times. It lessens the sharp edge of the unknown, of false information, and loss around every corner. This must be similar to wartime trauma, although in many ways no where near it. Yet still there is communal suffering in my world and there is idle time that cannot be healthy. Texas summer heat is unleashed. The sun beats down in all of it’s glory, unrelenting. Dozens of small wisps of clouds seem motionless in the watery blue of the summer sky.

Yet, in this stillness and overwhelming simplicity I know the Presence of God washes over me. Steady and strong, I know I am meant to live in this time. Right now I am alive. The sharp edge of the unknown lessens because of the Power of the name of Jesus. Yes, I am one of those who cling to the Power of the blood shed on His cross and the indescribable power of His Resurrection! Jesus alone!

I am able to live in the present most of the time as it is the gift He gives me. I am comforted by Him. The Alpha and Omega…The One whose name is Faithful and True. Today is what I have.

 

I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True.”  Revelation 1 9:11

Her Daddy was a Sheriff

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Her Daddy was a Sheriff  and his Deputy was her son.

She was more afraid of church folks than she was afraid of guns.

Her husband ran off for his moonshine and she was left alone and shunned.

Until one night on a full moon her mind became undone.

She awoke from a dream and in her bed was her Daddy and her son.

They laughed at her clown face where her makeup had all run.

So she grabbed the Sheriff’s shotgun

and fired and killed her son.

The Deputy died in the arms of his Father’s by his very own gun.

The next day she saddled her horse and rode away in the peace of the rising sun

I know up ahead there is a stream…

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Photo by Louis

I listen to the sound of my boots on the ground.

I walk these dry roads, it is just me.

Nothing but my footsteps makes a single sound,

but I know up ahead there is a stream.

A stream in the desert of loneliness.

A stream that flows for all mankind.

A stream where all people can be washed clean.

A stream flowing with the Water of life.

Each one will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert… Isaiah 32:2