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Songs of Praise 11

BOX

Can You be put in a box Lord,
Separate from the rest of my life?
Only to be taken out and shown,
For convenience sake,
Like a pet or a tool or a photo album.

Do I separate You Lord
From the rest of my life?
Can I exclude You Lord,
For my purposes alone.
Are You kept?
Am I the keeper?

Why would I partition You off,
From certain parts of my life?
Hiding things from You, excluding You,
From touching every part of my life?
What part of me do I want guarded from your blessing?

Yes I believe but this is work.
Yes I believe but this is family.
Yes I believe but this is reality.
Yes I believe but this is serious.
Yes I believe but this is unfair.
Yes I believe but this is different.
Yes I believe but this is sin.

Could it be shame?
Could it be greed?
Could it be pride?
Fear gives birth to all these with ease,
And separates me from You.


TEN TON BALL

I want to be Your servant,
So then be one.
Be one within myself first and foremost.
Serve faithfully within myself.
Is my house clean?
Is my heart pure?
Or do I have reservations that I keep for myself?

Oh, that little thing.
I rarely fail at that anymore,
Or I hardly touch the stuff.
I only do it but once a month, or so.
Or I could not control myself.
Well as long as my faith is growing,
I grow closer to Him.
Rubbish.

That little thing is the ten ton ball chained to my ankle,
Pulling me down into the pit away from Him.
The cinder upon my hot air balloon.
The clipping of my wings.

Empty.
I must be empty and light and free to see Him more clearly.
Nothing should block my view of His glory.

And still.
He, only He, can break the chains.
If only I would let Him do so.
I keep rattling and limping away.



posted: 08/22/2007 09:45am by clayonmyeyes
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i am 40 y.o. with a great wife and 5 sons. i fully accepted christ into my life in early '04. one month later my wife bore our 4th child. i retired from practicing medicine in june'04. we relocated to argentina from pittsburgh (my wife is argentine) that same year.... view full biography

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Clayton, this is truly beautiful! This is your very soul and being crying out to God. The good thing is that you recognize your mistakes and you bring them before the Lord. Clay the Lord has something to say to you. He is VERY proud of you and loves you very much. He loves it when you write him poetry and spill your heart out before him. He loves your metaphors, your phrases your very being. Don't stop writing when you feel the holy spirit is calling and tugging at your heart. Be blessed!

  Posted 03/04/2008 11:53am
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