Resting In Christ
Why perfection
Boring, white
Expectations
Of all things right
What if LOVE
Was all that’s needed
And IT the brokenness exceeded
Love within those broken parts
Shows a solid kind of perfect
Grace expressed within the pieces
Life in Him this LOVE releases
Not feeling all that poetic
But having much to say
From a passion rising briskly
Like the ocean to the bay
Is the love of Christ my Savior
As my eyes are opened wide
To His mercy and His kindness
And the life He does provide
So complete is His provision
So entire is His being
That it feels the nooks and crannies
And awakens me to seeing
Even with my body weakened
And on earth I live today
His life is like the ocean
And my life is like the bay
It will never be depleted
It will never cease to be
It’s a life that lives forever
It’s His life that lives in me.
So I rest in this knowing
I am righteous, I am pure
I am ever in His pleasure
And poetically secure.
What does it mean to experience?
Is experience a glimmering light, fluttering off in the rear view?
Or is experience a sparkle of dust, ever waiting to be discovered?
What does it mean to be?
Is being simply a matter of taking place?
A matter of nothing more than living and evolving on a particle of rock, hanging in the sky?
Oh no, being is a much greater phenomena than this.
Being is an experience.
And no, not an experience as a matter of the past. To accept this as being is to let your fate escape you.
Second by second, inch by inch, until it fades to nothingness as if it had never happened.
And no, not an experience as a matter of what is to come.
The future is but a dream. It is but a mere freckle of opportunity, changing with every passing glance.
With every blink, what is to come, is no longer what is to come
But rather to experience that of the present. Being is an embrace. It is to become what is here
and what is now. It is to look every moment in the eyes and to live it without thought of
what has happened and what is yet to come.
To be is to accept life as it is and not fret about problems that come to and fro amidst an ever
changing world. To be is to experience. To live ever so fervently within the moment.
So I ask of you one thing, let it be.
I sigh from relief
Now my mind can rest
The work is complete
Give me a spiritual blood test.
Cause I’ve been re-gene-arated
That old man Is dead.
That old way of doing things
That depended on me
Was cut out, extracted, and hung on a tree.
And what came alive the day I believed
Was a life so perfect so connected with God
That people either applaud or call it a fraud.
But I know the truth, I’m confident and sure
That the life I’ve been given it’s like haute couture
It’s like a direct line from Heaven
Like peace undefined,
Like organic and holy like a branch and a vine.
So don’t worry, or doubt but rest in this fact
That the mysteries been solved,
the code has been cracked
Your not whack, So stand up put your shoulders back
You’re the righteousness of God, so walk like a boss
Cause it’s all about Jesus and what he finished at the cross!
Wynema Clark
June 18, 2014
What do you expect to find
Staring at that screen all the time?
Does it make you better when your ill, or numb the pain to what you feel,
Sing you songs when you’re afraid
Or give you plans better laid?
As you look upon that screen
Is it there your hopes will lean?
I hope you’re shooting deeper still,
Than what the screen shows as real.
Cause nothing takes the place of
Human touch and face to face.
So put the device you’re holding away
Look me in the eye and hear me say:
I NEED TO SEE THE COLOR OF YOUR EYES WHEN I SPEAK,
WHEN I SAY “I LOVE YOU” I WANT TO KNOW YOU HEAR ME IN MORE THAN JUST A TWEAT.
“Bill & Vivian”
I know an amazing couple that have been married for 63 years.
They’ve seen people come and people go, history pass, and children too.
Their love is as evident as the silver white hair upon their heads.
And with the open and close of each day comes a new hope in tomorrow.
Another refilling of the pill box means yet another day to volunteer and make a difference.
With every turning of the calendar another chance to love again.
So the canes and the hearing aides are not burdens to bare, but fuel for another mile on this long journey of life that they share.
Slightly slower maybe but non-the less eager
When I grow up I want to be just like you!
With Love, Wynema
Breathe, when darkness settles in,
and you’ve heard the rhetoric and spin.
Breathe when war hits home
and you can’t watch the news or pick up a telephone.
Breathe when your mind wants to focus on the dark,
and everything you know seems to look empty and stark.
Life is there or you wouldn’t have breath,
Light is still there to replace the darkness in death.
It’s always darkest just before the dawn,
And when the Son comes up just breath and move on!
What is real,
Would you take
What you know,
If it was fake?
Would you take it
In a sack
And bring it home
Or take it back?
Can you stand
In those shoes,
If they are different
Than what you choose.
Open wide your arms
to real,
No matter what
it is you feel!
It is your gift
To be authentic,
So be proudly
Photogenic!
