Wednesday, September 26, 2012

ACTS in the Morning

I , by myself, can't imagine your worth
Father, for this I adore You.
With merely your Word, you redeemed the whole earth
Father, for this I adore You.

So numerous my acts that I shouldn't have done
Father for this, I'm confessing.
And what you've wished me to do, I've left alone
Father for this, I'm confessing.

You manage all, yet have time for me
Father, for this I thank You.
You give us all, everything that we need
Father, for this I thank You.

Lord, make Yourself center of worship and love
Father, I am supplicating
And make my heart willing for Your people to move
Father, I am supplicating.

   I wrote this a couple of years ago, and just recently discovered it. I didn't change anything so you can look at how greatly my poetry has matured (false) since then. I actually still use the ACTS (Adoration. Confession. Thanksgiving. Supplication) structure to pray...oddly enough so does my boyfriend.

Monday, September 10, 2012


We are so set apart it seems
It seems we are only perfect
And no one else could have the things
We have it seems
You’re lovely; every day is sunny
We’re filled with stories and we’re funny
And we’re perfect
And there should be a bazillion bards
Singing our romance across my yard
How could anyone be
As set apart as we?

We are so special it seems
It seems we have each other now
And in the history of the world
There’s never been such a boy and girl
Why hasn’t there been an angel choir
Singing our story and lifting us higher?
You would think there should be poetry
Or even some far off violins
For these amazing happenings
How could anyone be
As special as we?

We are so unique it seems
It seems no one could feel this way
Or everyone would walk around
Dizzy and blinded and upside down
I’m singing out to the planner it seems
The one who took and molded our dreams
Our brash youths and our broken hearts
Making a joyful surprise
In our lives
How could anyone be
As unique as we?

Friday, September 7, 2012

Grace Upon Grace

In all your plans I’ve stood outside
My own way I have tried and tried
Incurious I have slashed my trail
You’ve kept me still inside your will
And now I stand with humbled head
Your grace before me you have spread
For every time I’ve questioned you
I find for me a gift or two
This ever present giving Lord
I still refuse to trust His word
And when He still my savior is
I’m shamed inside this present bliss
I fear I’ll never learn that you
My story wrote, you’ll see me through
Till the day I fully understand
Face to face in distant land

Fun with couplets. I'm experimenting more with rhyme these days. I personally think it sounds a bit like Dr. Seuss, but we'll see. One of the issues I'm having is the fact that I'm speaking of God in both 2nd and 3rd person. Obviously I couldn't consistently keep it one way because of the rhyme scheme. Anyway, yup...that's what I was messing with today.