Striving After The Wind

Striving after the Wind


Ever chasing,
But never receiving
Always starting,
But never arriving
Turning the corner,
But never making it around the bend
Always hoping,
But never fulfilled
Always reaching,
But never grasping

It’s like striving after the wind.

The wind blows through,
Where it came from is not quite known,
Where it’s headed is anyone’s guess
You can follow it,
But you’ll never catch it
You can try to stop it,
But you’ll never contain it.


To live without vision
It’s to strive after the wind,
No clear direction to follow,
No purpose to define,
No goals to achieve.

But to chase after the wind seems comfortable,
It appears to be fun,
No bounds to hold you,
No set path to distract you,
No obstacles to delay you…

Striving after the wind,
It comes with a price
Never receiving
Never arriving
Never making it around the bend
Never fulfilled
Never grasping
Always striving

Nothing to Give

Nothing to Give


Nothing to give,
But everything to offer
For only one thing in this world can satisfy.

Riches I have not,
Fame I care not about,
Possessions are meaningless.

“Silver and gold have I not,
But what I do have,
I give freely,
In the name of Jesus…”

I have nothing to give you,
But everything to offer you

The American Dream,
A life of luxury, leisure
I cannot promise
Nor do I pursue
“I count it all as loss
Compared to knowing You”

I have nothing to give to you,
But everything to offer
For the surpassing greatness
Of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord.
His loving kindness is better than life itself

I may never be famous,
I may never be rich,
I may never have the nicest house,
The nicest car
But what I do have exceeds it all by far.

I have nothing to give to you,
But everything to offer,
For I have found a great treasure,
The pearl of greatest price
“Silver and gold have I not,
But what I do have, I give to you freely”
His name is Jesus, to whom none can compare.

Alone With My Thoughts

Alone With My Thoughts


I sit alone with my thoughts,
With nothing clamoring for my attention
Solitude,
Peace
Serenity even

I think of times gone by,
Decisions made
Choices avoided
The consequences of them all…

I stroll through the perfect paradise of my memories
From which I can never be expelled

Alone with my thoughts I am free
Free to gaze upon His splendor,
Free to ponder His majesty,
Free to consider His Holiness
Free to be overwhelmed by it all

Alone with my thoughts I am who I wish to be,
Undistracted by the failures that plague my reality.
Here I can dream of all that God has called me to,
The good works he’s set before me to do.

Alone with my thoughts…
Though overwhelmed by the presence of the Spirit
Here to empower
Here to give boldness
Here to break the power of sin

Alone with my thoughts I can deal with things that matter most
My love for my family,
My church,
And yes, maybe even a spouse.

Alone with my thoughts is when I’m most true,
When I’m not hiding my innermost thoughts from all of you.
There’s no wall to hide behind,
No people who can hurt,
It’s just me and my thoughts

It’s good to be alone with my thoughts,
No TV vying for my attention,
No Facebook status’s competing for my consideration,
No songs on the radio to heighten my emotions.
It’s good to be alone with my thoughts,
For here I am in complete control of what I think.

Alone with my thoughts I am free to dream

To dream of the way I wish things could be
To dream of what I hope may be
To dream of what I long for things to be....

The Rebel is A Wall

The Rebel stands alone, though surrounded by throngs of people,
Seeming to stand confident and strong

That’s what people see from the outside anyways.

With the wall comes comfort
     For nothing unwanted can come in.
A sense of security rests behind the wall,
     For behind the wall the Rebel is in complete control.
Peace reigns behind the wall,
    For nothing comes close enough to cause unrest.

That’s what people see from the outside anyways.

The wall, from afar, looks solid and immoveable,
     Impenetrable to the curious eye
          To climb it is too high
               To go around it is too wide
                    The wall seems insurmountable

That’s what people see from the outside anyways.

The Rebel stands alone,
     Yet longs for something more.
The wall they’ve built keeps the people out,
     Yet their heart craves to see what love is all about.
          Letting the people in…
              would mean to trust and risk being hurt yet again.
Questions cloud the Rebels mind
     Fear closes in
          Without the wall, what might the people find?

They long for someone to see what is behind the wall.

The comfort of the wall no longer satisfies,
     A sense of peace and unrest begin to intensify.
As the Rebel stands alone, behind the wall they’ve built,
     Their heart bursts for something more,
          To be a part of something,
               To be loved by someone
Or at least to be noticed by a few.

What will people see now that they are no longer behind the wall?

The Rebel stands alone,surrounded by throngs of people