Writings of a Sinner

For all sin and fall short of the glory of God

Category: The Fruit

If I were to say…

If I were to say “Goodnight” to your “good night”, would it change your mind?

Would you welcome my kisses like the sunrise?

Would you let me fall into love through a bluesky?

Could I cover and protect you like a rainfly?

When I say “goodnight” to your “good night”.

The things I’d tell you.

Oh boy, you’re a wild one. 

Your love is so blazingly hot that it’s corrosive.

You do not see the damage you deal until it’s done.

Fix fix fix until you can no longer lift the tools and you neglect yourself. 

If you asked me for advice, these are the things I’d tell you. 

Take a deep breath. 

You are of no use broken.

Stand up straight, but talk softer. 

 Love slower… If you can. 

Lastly,

A bird’s beauty is in their freedom, not their flight. 

Too close 

I almost lost it all today. I almost lost it all. 

I came so close to to the breaking point. So close to a terrible fall. 

A quake shook my heart today. Your portrait is still firm against its wall. 

I almost lost my heart today. I almost lost it all. 

Tender is the Flame

Tender is the flame that licks at your heels. 

It kisses your skin and singes the your heart. 

Unscathed is no option here in the fire. 

But you find the pain much worse when you’ve been apart. 

It’s Nothing. 

Let me love you forever.

But you’re shaking your head.

Did I say love? 

I meant kiss.

Why don’t you hold out your hand. 

It’s but a gesture of friendship. 

Its meaningless. 

Forget I asked. 

See you tomorrow. 

Believe 

Believe in The LORD God. The Father Almighty who created you, the world you live in, and the heavens above. 

Believe in The Son who’s blood has saved us from sin, death, and the power of the devil. 

Believe in The Holy Spirit who speaks truth into your ears and fights the battle for your soul. 

Believe in His Word and humble yourself before Him. Joy and peace and comfort are freely given. 

Believe. 

Cello

Even the faintest of light is too bright.
Whisper me to slumber.
Pull me into your loving arms with the draw of a bow over the string.

Hallelujah

Broken silence in a dying room

is the beat of a drum not a moment too soon.

Hallelujah.

The first drop of rain upon scorched earth

is a triumphant sound and a jubilant birth.

Hallelujah.

To aching bones and a tired mind

a bed could never be more kind.

Hallelujah.

Gold, silver, and marble statues tall,

a fresh breath of air is worth more than them all.

Hallelujah.

 

Awe

I fell into your clouds today.

Into your glorious sky painted with the red of a setting sun.

I was frozen.

I was mesmerized.

I was befuddled as to how I could have gone so long

standing on my own two God given feet

while the whole sky has been caressing this earth

with it’s beauty.

How have I lived so long with out living?

How have I stood so long in your majesty without falling to my knees?

I have seen too little through closed eyes.

But my blindness is cured once again

and I am without doubt

of your presence.

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Abundance

There’s so much that it’s almost unbearable.

It can’t be held in two hands, let alone one beating heart.

It overflows.

It takes control.

Not even my icy hands can stop His warmth.

It is the reason that I live.

I have an abundance of love to give.