Writings of a Sinner

For all sin and fall short of the glory of God

Month: June, 2013

Fallen

There is no honor in a civil war.

No glorious and triumphant return.

Even if the right side wins, there’s still a long way to go.

I fall to the sweets that please my mouth but do not nourish my body.

I fall to the desires of the flesh while ignoring the needs of my soul.

I fall to the hypocrisy of my actions that do not follow the righteous words of my mouth.

I fall night after night into the dirty sheets of my bed.

I do not make it easy for my heart to beat.

I do not make it simple for my lungs to breathe

I can only pray that The LORD leads me back to the path that I have fallen away from.

That I stepped away from.

I stove for an unattainable victory and found nothing but defeat at every turn.

I can’t promise that I’ll be any better tomorrow than I was today.

I don’t know how far I’ve fallen.

Chelsea

Whispers of a better place fall from the lips of the tired onto the ears of the weary.

Like stray dogs looking for a place to rest their bones.

They say that storm showers are a little more welcome.

The air isn’t quite as chilly.

The sea doesn’t have as much salt.

The breeze fills the lungs with ambition.

And there’s always a warm meal for the hungry.

They say, “Show me the way to Chelsea.”

Where your hair becomes soft and your heart becomes strong.

A place where it is easy to stay and hard to leave.

A place for those worn and weathered at sea.

For the lost and for the found.

You can bury your heart in her soil and let it grow.

So when you’re not sure which which direction to take.

Just say, “Show me the way to Chelsea.”