When Strong Winds Blow

The strong winds blew us around
We clasped hands and you told me
You never let go
but I got scared, and you lost my grip
I didn’t think you’d ever find me
I thought I was blown too far away, tossed hard by the wind
Shivering, so cold, but somehow you found me
I saw you, like a beacon in the chaos,
And you had never let me go

With every step I fell
You were my crutch to walk again
And every hard fall
You were my will to get up and go
I am forever held in a plan of yours

The cool wind against my fingers on a hot day
You are good
The lasting impression of a song
You are good
The cute dog sticking his head out the car window
You are good
You love me
You are so good.

Going Home

Running backwards
On the beach, the cold waves
Splashing against my ankles
I smile and wave goodbye to you
I hope you won’t forget me
I hope that you will love and pray for me

I turn and run towards the horizon
You continue to watch
My form beginning to blend within the endless gray sky

This place is not my home
One foot in front of the other I run
My toes kick up the sand,
With every foot print and sprint
I’m almost there, almost home
I can’t wait to see His face
His glory!

Who will I bring with me?
I see someone there
You’re just sitting
drawing hopeless circles in the sand
I grab your hand,
you jump to your feet,
looking for others, We run after our God
It’s been too long, and our souls
Are aching for our Father
For we are His chosen sons and daughters

Stand Tall

This poem was inspired by a book I just read. It's called "A Long Way Gone Memoirs of a Boy Soldier" by Ishmael Beah. It's about a child soldier in Sierra Leone during the civil war in the 90's.


Bright smile, your eyes danced
Looking up at a moon that told you stories
As you wondered about your life
And how it goes by

Life does go by
In ways no one could have comprehended
Crimson haunts the rivers
You swam during days
when youth was sweet

You ran so fast with your friends
Breathing hard, you never felt it
As bullets and hate spewed forth
Aiming to take you down
A long way you ran,
Far away from the days
Of village stories and
soft breezes that reminded you to catch
your brother’s soccer game

It was all forsaken and slapped you in the face
As you fell into a world of evil running rampant
past blood stained trees, severed bodies,
and the ashes of your family
who burned in the flames of genocide

Anger boiled within you
It kicked you hard as you fought the bloody flashbacks
Creating migraines that pulsed against the horrors of the day
No child should have seen the things you have seen
Cocaine with a gun was your friend
A friend you never asked for
A friend that offered sweet release from the
painful world that was falling apart
beneath your blood soaked feet

In the end, you rise
Stand tall because I hear you now
Your voice brings me tears
And opens my eyes
as you paint a picture
Of reality that seems unreal
A picture of what never
Could be imagined

You look through eyes
quiet about the storms
That raged within them
You survived and overcame
A dark black cloak
That swept across your villages
And across your country

Stand tall and may we all hear you

Rebellious, Check out Psalm 73

I don’t want to listen to you
Not anymore
All my life I have trusted you

All my life I have heard about you
I even felt you
So deeply

But what is life like without you?
I heard that losing hope
can bring deliverance
and You are my hope

Why am I writing this?
How could I?
Look what you did for me!
You tripped and bled
And held my head
Those nights when
I couldn’t go on

I am watching myself
Desperately reaching for your hand
But being pulled away by a lie
into the dark
So close to your grasp
But I can’t get it

Don’t lose me God
Bring your promises sweet

Out There

I hope you are out there
In this crazy life
Alive and thriving
The ocean wind
Fast against your face
Desperately trying
To cool the warm blood
Soaring through your veins

This life is going on and on
Never may it be without you
Rather, it would engulf you
And swallow you
Take you places
To change the world
With anything God has given you

Your feet will hit this
Earth, hard and swift
And jump with no surrender
when dark pits threaten the way

Collapse tonight and look at those stars
The day was given to you by God.

A hand in surrender

I wrote this on my phone one night. I can never find a pen when I want it. Especially when a special thought comes. It sounds weird and abstract, but it makes sense to me.

"My hand presses against Your presence. Light then radiates from my finger tips. The glow, it spreads into the dark revealing slaves captive to a lie. A lie that entertains people from a grace that is true.

May they find Your way with this light,
Your glory revealed through this hand
that continues to reach for You
who is good, and compassionate.

They stumble around in the dark as they grasp money, sex, and the American dream for fulfillment and stability. At times, when my hand drops from Your presence, I am right there with them in the dark choosing not to find Your way, but my own way. I raise my hand, and You take me back."

After I wrote this, I was at Pick up Stix. Before I entered, there was a man that was trying to sell me really good baseball tickets for really cheap. I noticed his eyes. They were an amazing color with a deep sadness in them. I wasn't interested in the tickets. I said "no thanks" and went into the restaurant. As I waited, I was rereading this on my phone. When I left, I saw him again sitting and looking discouraged. The Holy Spirit told me to tell him of Jesus' love, BUT I didn't do it. I just kept on walking. As I drove away, I felt awful. It's funny, because this is about saving the lost. I was reading it that day, and did nothing. As this says, I was choosing my own way. May I get another chance.

Super Girl

Life has formed her
to be something different
Most people don't understand
But she keeps her head high
And gives it her all

One step in front of the other
Breaks into a run
Leaving judgments behind
She made it, with scars and all

Bravery will be her voice
To touch lives around her
Many times she fell
Knocking the wind from her lungs
Pain almost too hard to take
With a past that can taunt
Making success so relevant
and the sweetest taste
to her mouth

She'll wave good bye
Her eyes to the sky
Maybe you'll see her again
Maybe you won't

But she is out there
Saving the world

Soul Dance

I need inspiration
God, help me find beauty
in the unlikely places

That's when it shines
bright as stars
and brings my heart's
rhythm to a soul dance.

Days of Old

The days of old, those were great days

When sunshine broke through

My pink nylon fairy wings that glittered

Causing a perpetual rosy colored view on life

Cool pond water splashed against

Warm inner tubes that held us up

As we went down, kicking carelessly

Cycling down a dirt road

I made it to her house

Friendship was forever then

And summer was endless

Cotton candy melted in my mouth

As we weaved through people

Some with giant stuffed animals

And others with inflated giant hammers

The fair handed out eager excitement for more ways to play

Butterflies were everywhere back in the woods

At the creek with its mini falls

As with the butterflies, it offered me a retreat

The days of old, were great days

But there was nothing old about them

Youth dressed me in the finest clothes

Sadly, these clothes no longer fit

A new era has begun, and life is bitter,

And life is sweet, it hurts and bleeds,

And makes us see that beauty

can be found in the littlest of things

The Painting

This is my most favorite poem I have written!

If I could see
People on a painting
It would be
A brilliant mess
Of vivid greens
And brick magenta

Brush stroked hearts
would fall apart
And grow stronger
Despite the pain
as others would form a beat
For the first time

The most confused
Of all souls
Easily would fade out
lost with fake, empty glee
because they pretend
showing colorless efforts
and fight for it

And hands with wrinkles
Proudly would they
brightly shine
for the work of
Other’s lives

And crazy
the little white hope
will be waiting,
ready to sweep across
The canvas.