Endless attempts
Man’s seeking security
Man’s dodging eternity
Forever an endeavor no
Man lives by, exits to the
Sky and its highlights,
Up and up man wants to
Go, making an endless know
All to what will be pursued
And ensued upon, man attempts
To save Himself, to throw God
On the shelf, to disregard His steps
And His ways—man takes endless
Attempts to get to God, but cost He
Says do you have it? Sacrifice, are you
Willing to carry it? Death, love, light,
And dark, are you willing to carry
A spark—and flames you want they
Will consume you—purity you will
Have to have, eyes of light will keep
You bright—my endless attempts
Are to know you God, not to live
Without you—let me know that
I know that I am attempting to
Be in love and burn in that love
Over and over again—I need it
Daily!
Tag: Heaven
Dust And Smoke
To the Sermon On The Mount and a life that wants to be built on the rock of Christ. And to not be held back by the past.
Dust and Smoke
Kicking my feet in the sand
Trying to understand
Years of running
Days of staying
Flame of love once came
And saved the wasted
Space in me, took up a
New secret place in He
Regrets he had over
Having in bad, a trapped
Life he lived stuck by
Stereo sounds and
TV real loud
And upheaval came at
A young age, and wrote a
A new page inside of me,
I lived on the top of the
Stairs, considering all the
Fears, anger rose inside
A child and smoke came
And burned it all away
Oil now, do you have it?
Intimacy, have you grabbed it?
Does your house collect
Dust, does your life have
Lust? Every thought he
Says stays captive in Him
Every word uttered is
Recorded in Him,
Now counsel comes and
Rules me now, have a life
That isn’t shallow or a
Noisy gong that is
Hollow
Love come and not be dust
Burn away the rust
Cause me to trust
Now I seek to live
On the rocks where
The sand can’t stand
On the land you have
Built
At Ease
Floating in disconnect lately,
Clicking upon the wings of wasting away
Saying all that is needed to say, Jesus swayed by the
Way inside me today, billion dollars inside my chest but
Pennies to my name, feeling lame and walking it out that way
The disease of not being at ease has slipped in me and to appease
The most high I would likely die in my own blood tonight, for the
Weakness inside steadily prevails along with messages not so well
Now the garden of Eden back to it again, Adam where are you He said,
Dead always, women silent not she was and it was soon rotten son
To the begotten Son future now on that cross somehow, die now and
Repeat the eating process, for thirsty I’ve rarely been for hunger always
Now turning inside me now and health it cries out, for sugar has replaced
The sweetness of your name in me and this game neverending, put me at
Ease not so much because you love the screwed up and cast down now
Lottery Man
Lottery man with a ticket in hand
Price Chopped life, a hack in the making and a discount
Faking, to little sense inside his wallet, to much pain now on the ballot,
Voting friendly he seems to be and somehow now he’s gotten to me,
A vended machine life, just numbers and buttons and shiny lights,
Vagrant always he does seem, open to whoever will see him through
And sit down and have some recollection of all those days he did go
Wasting and it clicks inside my intuition do I walk over and give some
Solution, beaten down by life’s affairs I surely wonder if he ever cares,
Or notices with Holy ambition that He needs to change his condition,
If money really is the motivation or if He needs a lovely girl but could she
Really change Him like that, or does he like the lottery to live like that?
So I sit and wonder and really ponder does it matter what I do or say
In moments like these, or do I sit back and really at ease? And stay hidden
Inside myself for only he could ever see what’s really changed inside of me
THE RUCKUS JOURNAL 