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Spiritual Shipwreck

I feel like a wreckage, irreparable
Just floating in the oceans
My parts continue to float away
Further and further apart
My soul settles into the depths
And the salt waters consume me
Devouring my thoughts and wishes

I become slave to the waves
Without a solid rock to hold on to
I am but a distant memory
Without feelings, without reality
I will never reach the shore
That I wanted to dock onto
I can feel my purpose shifting
My thoughts are giving up

But I remember the Great Sailor
Who built me for great journeys
I remember the coordinates
My path before the storm surged
The destination before my implosion
My beginning, the birth and rebirth
Then something suddenly snaps

Underneath me the waters move
My planks and sails return to me
I am being rebuilt out of nothing
And then lastly, the rudder
It fastens to me smoothly
And my deepest thoughts are filled
With a new direction

And from afar I see my Sailor
My Guide who directs me
And in my heart I knew
That my recklessness has not stopped Him
From bringing me to where He planned to
We weren’t bound to just any island
We are headed to a great Pangaea

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You paint skies
within my dreams,
colors dancing across
jaded pages
as passion is redeemed.
The dark clouds of the past
give way to
sunsets of desire
that burn within my soul,
for Your love is an art
and I’m just a canvas,
ready for You
to create Your mark.

Your Love is An Art
(via herwords-unspoken)

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My tears flood out of my eyes in a serious rage

I attempt to calm myself only to end up in grief

Mourning for this world and for its lost people

They way they allowed fear and anger to consume them

And in great shame, this brokenness is inherited by the children

Disheveled hearts remain caught up in darkness

A hidden door that could lead to freedom

This world grew tired and has ceased to search for its great liberation

It has settle for the fraudulent joy that surrounds us

My heart grieves as this naivete persists to exist

We pretend to be happy amidst the evident gloom

How long do we choose to continue this charades?

We act just to hide the shame and the pain

Burying ourselves in the temporary high

Only to wake up in the trenches, drowning

My eyes swell up in realization of the sadness that creeps into my thoughts

Will we ever be better?

Can we ever be healed?

When will we put down the mask and the costumes?

Is it too late to be real in a society rooted in pretensions?

I want to stop this crying and anxiety

And that’s when He reaches to my tired eyes, wipes my tears and reminds me of the Truth that has set me free

I found the door that leads to freedom

I turn the knob and forward, I am free.

10:51 PM October 5, 2013