Posts Tagged ‘time’

Expectations force you to a narrow pass
On your left a mountain of resistance
On your right you find a valley of disappointments
And it’s hard to imagine it’s all hallucinations
The reality is that the mountain is one you can climb
You can in fact reach it’s greatest heights
By only taking one step at a time
Breaking the limitations of expectations on your mind
The next step to your right is also a joke
There is no cliff, no hell fire and smoke
We all make mistakes and eventually choke
It’s meant for a laugh as we press onward in hope
Don’t let expectations be your bondage
Just because they’re near doesn’t give them a right to homage
Although some may count it against you
Life is not the sum of your scores
Take your next step with no regrets
And break down the wall if there is no door.

What? Thought you could always expect a door?

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Time to Write

Posted: February 2, 2014 in Other Poetry, Poetry
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I can’t seem to find the time to write,
When I spend a minute to listen
Then an hour to understand
When I spend eight to work
And a day to recuperate
Then a week doing the same
I call it going insane
Because for no reason whatsoever
I expect something to change
And when it doesn’t…
I don’t…
What a crazy thought
That I didn’t jot down
Faster than it could flee
And still… the page is empty…

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(prepared for a Tuesday Morning Staff Meeting)

Ecclesiastes 1:1-2

“The words of the Teacher, son of David, king in Jerusalem:

2 ‘Meaningless! Meaningless!’
says the Teacher.
‘Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.’”

What a great way to start off the morning and an awesome start to our week, right? Everything is meaningless. And this has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of what I’m saying this morning.

Ecclesiastes is my favorite book because it puts everything into perspective. It reminds me why I’m doing what I’m doing and why I feel like I should be doing it in the first place.

A sober reminder like my alarm clock was this morning.
I don’t know about you, but I’m not a morning person.
I like sleeping in.
I hate my alarm clock.
Which was my mom this morning…

When I set my alarm, I doom myself to the fate of waking to an alarm, for what reason? Because there is something I need to do, and without a sober reminder I would sleep right on through it.

Often I get up and my first thoughts aren’t about what I have to do, I honestly don’t even remember why I set the alarm in the first place until after my morning routine.

This makes it ever more important for us to set our alarms right now so we’re prepared for what’s to come. We have to be intentional. Just to be clear, I’m not talking about the type that wakes us up in the morning.
So what are we setting our alarms for?

Skip to chapter 3:1-5

“There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:

2     a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3     a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4     a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

The list goes on…

This begs the question, what are we prepared for?

Perhaps more importantly, what are we unprepared for?

The cold reality is that we don’t always see things coming, and when the storms of life hit or things go unexpectedly crazy we have to be ready. Not just as people, not just as staff at a church, but as men and women on the front lines of a very real war against a very real enemy and as what may be the one thing that collides with a person’s trajectory to hell and points them to Jesus.

As my friend Paul said Sunday, Jesus prayed that we would be sent into the world to redeem it. (John 17:13-18) What idiot goes on a mission unprepared? We need to set our alarms to prepare for whatever may come our way.

Pray that when the time comes that your preparation is fruitful and rises up within you and everything is automatic, much like my morning routine, so we can praise God for the work He is doing through us in the midst of the world when we remember what was sown into us beforehand.

We just read in Ecclesiastes that there is a time for everything right? Well, let me leave you with this thought…

Ester 4:14, you know the story…
“14 For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?” (Jeremiah 29:11-13, God knows what plans he has for us. Romans 8:22-30, we are called according to His purpose.)

The time for us is now, our time is ticking.

God often forgotten,
Yet always here with me
In every moment,
Even the moments when we don’t meet
It’s crazy to think of all You do
That I may never see
The universe You hold together
From behind the scenes
Like salt in the ocean
White and pure hidden in the deep
And as life continues raging
You continue to sustain me
It takes a moment to grasp
Just how unceasingly, thoroughly
In each moment, every second
You surround my small reality
Even as I stop thinking about You
You hold Your place as King.

On my birthday, as I was sitting in a park with a couple of my close friends… I realized God is here. I’m not paying mind to it, but He is, and celebrating with us. Walking with us, enjoying the day with us, and at the same time mourning with those who lost family comforting their hearts through His Word using a mear man willing to speak and hold the honor of conducting the funeral of another man now resting in His presence and all this while performing a miracle yet again in Africa for a widow dependent on Him for her everyday provisions. Somehow it came as a shock to me as if I believed He was only there when I was thinking about it or as if I believed He went from church service to church service to missions trip to ect. ect. which I have never actually believed at all. Something I knew was true but did’t realize the impact of. It dawned on me, inspired me, and then my iPod almost died so it had to wait to come into completion in it’s poetic form.

Spoken Word Download:

I sit, people watching
Lounging about, writing
Poetry or language of my soul
A priority, this never gets old
Taking time for myself and God
Is a necessity before my day is gone
I have a lot of junk on my mind
And the only way to sort it is this time
I’ve intentionally set aside
Even if all I do is write rhymes
It frees me, my troubles it binds
No distractions, just passer-bys
It reminds me of the person behind my eyes
Who I truly am apart from the daily grind
Before my lenses wander the world they find
Before my filter hears a word, I realize
That I determine beforehand my replies
I won’t follow the wicked allure of many crimes
When it comes to the crossroads in my life
That’s when I’m thankful I took hold of what’s mine
I know me. I know the person behind these lines
He is no cub, I am bearing the heart of a lion.