there is pain in my heart
the I plaster
there is shame in my soul
that screams disaster
there is doubt in my mind
there is fear in my thoughts
Still the still small voice whispers to me:
You're not alone
my beautiful child
You're not alone
You're the one that I love
You're my treasure
I'll seek you till I find
You're not alone
I'm Emmanuel
I am learning to trust
though its frightening
I am learning to share
things I'm hiding
I am letting me go
I am loving though it costs
While still hearing his voice sing over me:
***
May 2011
Showing posts with label Encouragement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Encouragement. Show all posts
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Crossover
We use words to say,
What we believe
We say Lord, Your will
We want to receive
When will it move beyond
good intention
Will we see the fruit
or just hear the words we mention
You've got to surrender your pride
A broken heart he will not despise (psalm 51) That's what he desires
Will we lay down our life.
Will we lay it down
Will we crossover
Will we live what we say
Will we trust Him
He sees what we hide
He sees our hearts
Will we humble
Will we lay it down
Will we lay it down
Will we surrender.
We want to sacrifice
But will we give the sacrifice he desires,Will we lay down our life.
***
Email from which this song was formulated from:
Crossover - Reaching the point of surrender
Psalm 51
16 You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it;
you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.
17 The sacrifices of God are [c] a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart,
O God, you will not despise.
When will we move beyond our words, when will we move beyond our good
intentions, when will we crossover. God loves us so much, he's
constantly working in our hearts and lives, his spirit is guiding us
into all truth, strengthening and helping us, but there is a point where
God wants us to break, a part where he wants us to let go, a part where
he wants us to cross over.
We say, Oh Lord we want to be like you. Oh Lord please, change our
hearts, Your will be done Lord, You are our Lord... But God sees our
hearts, He sees our intentions and hidden motives. He sees what we hide
from our words but also sees what is hidden in our hearts even from us.
God wants us to humble ourselves. To die. To crossover. He doesn't want
more words, which sometimes leaves us feeling good about ourselves, he
doesn't want more promises or even a list of to do's that we may even
do. He wants us become broken, to realise who he is and die to
ourselves, to surrender our pride, to surrender even our desires, that
is His desires, a broken spirit.
Psalm 131:1
My heart is not proud, O LORD,
My eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
I'm not saying dont pray, dont ask, don't seek. But what I am saying is
there's a point of crossover, and that's what God wants us to be there.
And you don't get there with words or with actions, but with humility.
So let us always keep this in mind, it's not about all the fireworks,
and goosebumps and wonderful fuzzy warm feelings. Or doing the right
christian things because we know in bible school it said this or
that...
Its about being aware of this great and awesome God who has done more
for us than we can even imagine and has even left us His Spirit to
enable us to live the life He desires us to. But it begins in our hearts
people, i'm reminded of Paul saying " We always carry around in our body
the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in
our body."
Guys move beyond your words, your intentions, its possible, cry out to
God, rebuke urself when you have pride, move beyond pride to humility.
Let your heart be quietened before Him.
Fri, 13 Oct 2006
What we believe
We say Lord, Your will
We want to receive
When will it move beyond
good intention
Will we see the fruit
or just hear the words we mention
You've got to surrender your pride
A broken heart he will not despise (psalm 51) That's what he desires
Will we lay down our life.
Will we lay it down
Will we crossover
Will we live what we say
Will we trust Him
He sees what we hide
He sees our hearts
Will we humble
Will we lay it down
Will we lay it down
Will we surrender.
We want to sacrifice
But will we give the sacrifice he desires,Will we lay down our life.
***
Email from which this song was formulated from:
Crossover - Reaching the point of surrender
Psalm 51
16 You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it;
you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.
17 The sacrifices of God are [c] a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart,
O God, you will not despise.
When will we move beyond our words, when will we move beyond our good
intentions, when will we crossover. God loves us so much, he's
constantly working in our hearts and lives, his spirit is guiding us
into all truth, strengthening and helping us, but there is a point where
God wants us to break, a part where he wants us to let go, a part where
he wants us to cross over.
We say, Oh Lord we want to be like you. Oh Lord please, change our
hearts, Your will be done Lord, You are our Lord... But God sees our
hearts, He sees our intentions and hidden motives. He sees what we hide
from our words but also sees what is hidden in our hearts even from us.
God wants us to humble ourselves. To die. To crossover. He doesn't want
more words, which sometimes leaves us feeling good about ourselves, he
doesn't want more promises or even a list of to do's that we may even
do. He wants us become broken, to realise who he is and die to
ourselves, to surrender our pride, to surrender even our desires, that
is His desires, a broken spirit.
Psalm 131:1
My heart is not proud, O LORD,
My eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
I'm not saying dont pray, dont ask, don't seek. But what I am saying is
there's a point of crossover, and that's what God wants us to be there.
And you don't get there with words or with actions, but with humility.
So let us always keep this in mind, it's not about all the fireworks,
and goosebumps and wonderful fuzzy warm feelings. Or doing the right
christian things because we know in bible school it said this or
that...
Its about being aware of this great and awesome God who has done more
for us than we can even imagine and has even left us His Spirit to
enable us to live the life He desires us to. But it begins in our hearts
people, i'm reminded of Paul saying " We always carry around in our body
the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in
our body."
Guys move beyond your words, your intentions, its possible, cry out to
God, rebuke urself when you have pride, move beyond pride to humility.
Let your heart be quietened before Him.
Fri, 13 Oct 2006
From glory to glory, the truth remains...
From glory to glory, the truth remains... (2007)
=========================================
Five years old, swinging my arms and my whole body around and around till I'm completely drunk. Attempting to walk in a straight line, only to fall on the floor dizzy and laughing till my stomach hurt. Sleeping over at cousins and grandma's as my mom got her thesis done.
Nine years old, the neighbour's kids would come over, and a whole parallel world existed in our garden. Twigs turned into swords, sand into magic dust, little boys into knights and our old tree in front, the dungeon we all feared when taken captive. These were happy and sad days, with laughs and tears over grazed knees, and broken teeth, and the icelolly van driving down the road. Mmmmm...
At twelve, the hot summers would find us diving in the neighbour's pool, jumping in the deep side, doggy paddling, back float, surfboard at the base, "Who can stay underwater the longest?", the only form of entertainment that eased the heat and calmed our emotions...
At fourteen, just beginning high school, a ball of nerves and totally out of place. Fears of lice and goitres, threatening to ruin my image, yet at the same time not wanting to party to the extreme with all the added things that go with it, just to fit in. Not here, not there, I hated Mondays and lived for weekends to be with the friends who accepted me for who I am.
At seventeen, I found myself swallowing many tots to drown the emotions and hurts I found myself in. On the outside I was cool, popular friend. At the right place, the right time with the right clothes and drink in my hand. Handsome men, popular clubs, loud, crazy, funny... But on the inside completely empty, lonely, questioning all I see around me.
At nineteen, my first taste of truth, and have never turned back. Made some major mistakes in my twenties, losing so much of me, losing so many friends, yet never losing that truth, which found me, and rebuilt alot and still builds the broken parts in me.
How I loved my childhood! But even more so how I love knowing that wherever I find myself, whatever season, whatever age, whatever storm, whatever success, I am not alone, nor is each phase unable to be used to shape me and remake me into an even more beautiful person, than I was before that season. I am changed from glory to glory and despite all that falls away in my life, the truth remains.
*This short essay was written when I took part in a group called Word Expo, basically using the weekly words to write something, I used all the words below except goitre (only because I forgot, would have still fit in this poem)
* drunk
* dungeon
* float
* goitre
* swallowing
* truth
=========================================
Five years old, swinging my arms and my whole body around and around till I'm completely drunk. Attempting to walk in a straight line, only to fall on the floor dizzy and laughing till my stomach hurt. Sleeping over at cousins and grandma's as my mom got her thesis done.
Nine years old, the neighbour's kids would come over, and a whole parallel world existed in our garden. Twigs turned into swords, sand into magic dust, little boys into knights and our old tree in front, the dungeon we all feared when taken captive. These were happy and sad days, with laughs and tears over grazed knees, and broken teeth, and the icelolly van driving down the road. Mmmmm...
At twelve, the hot summers would find us diving in the neighbour's pool, jumping in the deep side, doggy paddling, back float, surfboard at the base, "Who can stay underwater the longest?", the only form of entertainment that eased the heat and calmed our emotions...
At fourteen, just beginning high school, a ball of nerves and totally out of place. Fears of lice and goitres, threatening to ruin my image, yet at the same time not wanting to party to the extreme with all the added things that go with it, just to fit in. Not here, not there, I hated Mondays and lived for weekends to be with the friends who accepted me for who I am.
At seventeen, I found myself swallowing many tots to drown the emotions and hurts I found myself in. On the outside I was cool, popular friend. At the right place, the right time with the right clothes and drink in my hand. Handsome men, popular clubs, loud, crazy, funny... But on the inside completely empty, lonely, questioning all I see around me.
At nineteen, my first taste of truth, and have never turned back. Made some major mistakes in my twenties, losing so much of me, losing so many friends, yet never losing that truth, which found me, and rebuilt alot and still builds the broken parts in me.
How I loved my childhood! But even more so how I love knowing that wherever I find myself, whatever season, whatever age, whatever storm, whatever success, I am not alone, nor is each phase unable to be used to shape me and remake me into an even more beautiful person, than I was before that season. I am changed from glory to glory and despite all that falls away in my life, the truth remains.
*This short essay was written when I took part in a group called Word Expo, basically using the weekly words to write something, I used all the words below except goitre (only because I forgot, would have still fit in this poem)
* drunk
* dungeon
* float
* goitre
* swallowing
* truth
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
The Crown of Friendship
(still to be cleaned up, spoken about for years, only now made up into words...)
The Crown of Friendship
By Chandre De Wet
Did you know, friendship is a crown... Given to you by God. Adorning your head. So at this stage all the lonely people check out as they feel they don't have a crown, but wait. That crown is not people... The crown is Jesus... We are given a crown of friendship and that crown is Jesus, so even if we have no people in our lives we still have the one main, best, dearest, truest friend, Jesus, and really that is sufficient, enough!...
In time, or through Life, God adds people to our lives (and removes). Every person that he adds to our lives, every friendship, is a jewel on the crown. Sometimes you have big jewels, some are precious and rare. Some people have few jewels on their crowns, some have many, Some have different jewels and sometimes you'll have none...but even if your crown is empty, you are not alone as you have the best friend of all Jesus...and he is the crown that brings you more gems, but ultimately people are just an added blessing to the crown of friendship you already have!
The Crown of Friendship
By Chandre De Wet
Did you know, friendship is a crown... Given to you by God. Adorning your head. So at this stage all the lonely people check out as they feel they don't have a crown, but wait. That crown is not people... The crown is Jesus... We are given a crown of friendship and that crown is Jesus, so even if we have no people in our lives we still have the one main, best, dearest, truest friend, Jesus, and really that is sufficient, enough!...
In time, or through Life, God adds people to our lives (and removes). Every person that he adds to our lives, every friendship, is a jewel on the crown. Sometimes you have big jewels, some are precious and rare. Some people have few jewels on their crowns, some have many, Some have different jewels and sometimes you'll have none...but even if your crown is empty, you are not alone as you have the best friend of all Jesus...and he is the crown that brings you more gems, but ultimately people are just an added blessing to the crown of friendship you already have!
Monday, November 8, 2010
A Bubble Parable
A Bubble Parable - Chandre (13 April 2005)
We find ourselves in this bubble, totally oblivious to the lives of others around us, bouncing along, not sure where we are going and what we're going to do when we get there. Along the way there are road signs, and flashing lights, and pointing index fingers, "Go this way", "Go That". I'm beginning to think my bubble will burst.
It's kinda hard to see clearly when the rays of different colours, beam off the edge of the bubble, temporary blinding us and making it very difficult to depend on your own intuition to make it through.
As I look into the others bubbles, I see a variety of reactions and expressions. Some lay calmly, almost asleep as their bubbles bounce over rocks, make last minute detours around rivers and just about miss huge, frightening trucks. Others, scream, throw fits and weep over the tiniest little stone.I see others with a determined expression, ready for anything, yet those very same people crash and bump, yet it doesn't seem to phase them. They're quite content having bruises all over!!? And then there are the inbetweeners, sort of similar to me... that see the rock ahead, am about to get scared, but then begin to trust and the bubble gently avoids the rock. Amazed I will rejoice, and wonder why I didn't trust in the first place, only to see the next rock and freak out.
Enough about bubbles, Where do you find yourself in life? Which bubble do u find yourself in? You see there's a part of this story that I've left out. The part that determines, where you're going, and exactly how the road is to there. You, See there was more than just people in bubbles in this story, and though it seemed that everything was left to chance, or coincidence, Someone greater than all those people and all those bubbles and all the rocks along the way was there and was in control of it all. The people who took matters in their own hands found the challenges were to great for the them. The people who rested in the knowledge that their lives are not their own sailed smoothly through most challenges. They weren't without trials, but the trials didn't master them. Still others, lived in Fear and the smallest test became a gigantic problem, while some who were still overcoming their fear as they saw the moment they trusted, they made through whatever they were going through.
The bottom line is when you find yourself in a bubble:
Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make your paths straight.
Proverbs 3: 5 - 6
We find ourselves in this bubble, totally oblivious to the lives of others around us, bouncing along, not sure where we are going and what we're going to do when we get there. Along the way there are road signs, and flashing lights, and pointing index fingers, "Go this way", "Go That". I'm beginning to think my bubble will burst.
It's kinda hard to see clearly when the rays of different colours, beam off the edge of the bubble, temporary blinding us and making it very difficult to depend on your own intuition to make it through.
As I look into the others bubbles, I see a variety of reactions and expressions. Some lay calmly, almost asleep as their bubbles bounce over rocks, make last minute detours around rivers and just about miss huge, frightening trucks. Others, scream, throw fits and weep over the tiniest little stone.I see others with a determined expression, ready for anything, yet those very same people crash and bump, yet it doesn't seem to phase them. They're quite content having bruises all over!!? And then there are the inbetweeners, sort of similar to me... that see the rock ahead, am about to get scared, but then begin to trust and the bubble gently avoids the rock. Amazed I will rejoice, and wonder why I didn't trust in the first place, only to see the next rock and freak out.
Enough about bubbles, Where do you find yourself in life? Which bubble do u find yourself in? You see there's a part of this story that I've left out. The part that determines, where you're going, and exactly how the road is to there. You, See there was more than just people in bubbles in this story, and though it seemed that everything was left to chance, or coincidence, Someone greater than all those people and all those bubbles and all the rocks along the way was there and was in control of it all. The people who took matters in their own hands found the challenges were to great for the them. The people who rested in the knowledge that their lives are not their own sailed smoothly through most challenges. They weren't without trials, but the trials didn't master them. Still others, lived in Fear and the smallest test became a gigantic problem, while some who were still overcoming their fear as they saw the moment they trusted, they made through whatever they were going through.
The bottom line is when you find yourself in a bubble:
Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make your paths straight.
Proverbs 3: 5 - 6
Constant
Sometimes just life itself’s a challenge
without being watched.
Sometimes just getting up in the morning’s
a battle to be won.
Sometimes faithful prayers seem faithless
and cries don’t reach the roof.
Sometimes I feel so far away
when my whole being longs for You.
Yet,Sometimes when everything’s so confusing
I know that You’re the truth.
And when everyone’s deserted me
I know that I’ll find You.
And when I’m running scared and lonely
Your love will shelter me.
When I’m feeling hurt and broken
I’ll find peace beneath Your wings.
Chorus:
Through all the shattered pieces of my heart
His love remains constant
Through all the hurt we cause,impose
His love remains constant
In our lowest moments,deepest mistakes
His love remains constant
Rollercoaster lives, Changing, Falling
He remains constant,
So constant
Cause when everything we see is falling
We’re to look beyond the seen.
Cause when everything seems huge and frightening
We’re to look within.
Cause when the grey clouds bring the storms and rain
The Sun still shines above.
When we’ve reached the bottom of this pit
His heart still burns with love.
Cause God is who He says He is,
Not a man that He should lie
And when man would push and shove to live
He would rather die.
Through lies deceit people with two faces
He remains the same
The sinner, the broken, the quitter,the lost
His ageless,constant aim
Never changing hope, never fading truth, endless love
You remain constant… so constant
My only hope, the truth, my love
You remain constant… so constant
-Chan (pre2002)
without being watched.
Sometimes just getting up in the morning’s
a battle to be won.
Sometimes faithful prayers seem faithless
and cries don’t reach the roof.
Sometimes I feel so far away
when my whole being longs for You.
Yet,Sometimes when everything’s so confusing
I know that You’re the truth.
And when everyone’s deserted me
I know that I’ll find You.
And when I’m running scared and lonely
Your love will shelter me.
When I’m feeling hurt and broken
I’ll find peace beneath Your wings.
Chorus:
Through all the shattered pieces of my heart
His love remains constant
Through all the hurt we cause,impose
His love remains constant
In our lowest moments,deepest mistakes
His love remains constant
Rollercoaster lives, Changing, Falling
He remains constant,
So constant
Cause when everything we see is falling
We’re to look beyond the seen.
Cause when everything seems huge and frightening
We’re to look within.
Cause when the grey clouds bring the storms and rain
The Sun still shines above.
When we’ve reached the bottom of this pit
His heart still burns with love.
Cause God is who He says He is,
Not a man that He should lie
And when man would push and shove to live
He would rather die.
Through lies deceit people with two faces
He remains the same
The sinner, the broken, the quitter,the lost
His ageless,constant aim
Never changing hope, never fading truth, endless love
You remain constant… so constant
My only hope, the truth, my love
You remain constant… so constant
-Chan (pre2002)
Take a breath
Take a breath
Slow down
You’re running way too fast
Hold on
Close your eyes
Hear my breathing
Listen to my voice
Let go
You’re holding on too tight
Your weights are pulling you back
Don’t worry
Take my load
It is easy and gentle
Let me carry you
Put out your hand
And quiet down
And you will feel my palms against yours
I never leave, nor do I sleep
I know your fears.
But if you won’t speak to me
I can’t show you what to do
And if I write the answers down
You wont understand if you don’t read
Trust me, everything will work out.
You just have to take it one step at a time…
Slowly now, there’s so much I still wanna show you, teach you
Aah, I see you are beginning to understand.
All I wanna do is hold you
Look after you
Be with you
Commune with you
Love you
Give you My peace
-Chan (pre 2002)
Slow down
You’re running way too fast
Hold on
Close your eyes
Hear my breathing
Listen to my voice
Let go
You’re holding on too tight
Your weights are pulling you back
Don’t worry
Take my load
It is easy and gentle
Let me carry you
Put out your hand
And quiet down
And you will feel my palms against yours
I never leave, nor do I sleep
I know your fears.
But if you won’t speak to me
I can’t show you what to do
And if I write the answers down
You wont understand if you don’t read
Trust me, everything will work out.
You just have to take it one step at a time…
Slowly now, there’s so much I still wanna show you, teach you
Aah, I see you are beginning to understand.
All I wanna do is hold you
Look after you
Be with you
Commune with you
Love you
Give you My peace
-Chan (pre 2002)
If we can only hold on - For Steven Curtis Chapman Family
(written when i heard about the death of Maria Chapman - Aug 2008)
If we can only hold on
so much ashes, yet amidst it there's beauty
so much pain, yet in it lies a crown
so much brokenness, yet through it we are stronger
so much hate, yet we can find unending love
though life is hard, thats not the way the story needs to end
though times are tough, if we would only hang in there
there is a way, a hope, a road that leads to life
there is a God, who feels your pain, and lifts you up
If we can only hold on,
Look into his loving eyes
We'll find the strength
We'll find the breath to live
If we can only hold on,
look into his loving eyes
We'll see his for us
Even now...
His working out the plan to see us through
See Original Post here -> Remembering Maria
If we can only hold on
so much ashes, yet amidst it there's beauty
so much pain, yet in it lies a crown
so much brokenness, yet through it we are stronger
so much hate, yet we can find unending love
though life is hard, thats not the way the story needs to end
though times are tough, if we would only hang in there
there is a way, a hope, a road that leads to life
there is a God, who feels your pain, and lifts you up
If we can only hold on,
Look into his loving eyes
We'll find the strength
We'll find the breath to live
If we can only hold on,
look into his loving eyes
We'll see his for us
Even now...
His working out the plan to see us through
Don't Give Up - I hope my life speaks
(there is a story behind this one, (coming soon!) but basically wrote this and it turns out this is what I need to share with someone else...)
Don't Give Up
I hope my life speaks
I hope it gives you a different ending
A different picture
To the one you see
I hope that you see the colour
Even just a glimpse of hope
I hope you will hold on
I hope you know you’ll make it
I did
I hope you’ll let go of the hurt
Let go of the reasons and reasonings
I hope that you’ll know you not alone
I hope you find an ounce of strength
I hope you’ll reach out
I hope you don’t believe the lie
That it’s not worth it
You are more than worth it
You are precious beyond what you can see
You are loved beyond measure
I hope you can see the glimmer of light
Even though ur world is dark
I hope you’ll feel the bit of sun
Even as you drenched in rain
Don’t give up, it’s not worth it
You are more than worth it
I made it and I will not give up on you making it
You can dream
You can hope
You will make it
-chan 11/2007
Don't Give Up
I hope my life speaks
I hope it gives you a different ending
A different picture
To the one you see
I hope that you see the colour
Even just a glimpse of hope
I hope you will hold on
I hope you know you’ll make it
I did
I hope you’ll let go of the hurt
Let go of the reasons and reasonings
I hope that you’ll know you not alone
I hope you find an ounce of strength
I hope you’ll reach out
I hope you don’t believe the lie
That it’s not worth it
You are more than worth it
You are precious beyond what you can see
You are loved beyond measure
I hope you can see the glimmer of light
Even though ur world is dark
I hope you’ll feel the bit of sun
Even as you drenched in rain
Don’t give up, it’s not worth it
You are more than worth it
I made it and I will not give up on you making it
You can dream
You can hope
You will make it
-chan 11/2007
Intricate Detail
Intricate Detail
Before there was me, you predestined me
You determined my destiny
Before I was born, your eyes, they saw me
You wove my unformed body in the womb
chorus
Intricrate Detail, Every hair accounted for
Love without measure, The cross not to much to pay
Angels to keep me, You determine every step I take
God how you love us, You watching over me...
And when I fell, your hands they lifted me
Your blood has washed away my sin
My heart was broken, but in compassion you healed me
As I receive, You come to live within
You watch over me (repeat)
chan(2007)
Before there was me, you predestined me
You determined my destiny
Before I was born, your eyes, they saw me
You wove my unformed body in the womb
chorus
Intricrate Detail, Every hair accounted for
Love without measure, The cross not to much to pay
Angels to keep me, You determine every step I take
God how you love us, You watching over me...
And when I fell, your hands they lifted me
Your blood has washed away my sin
My heart was broken, but in compassion you healed me
As I receive, You come to live within
You watch over me (repeat)
chan(2007)
Island
Oh Island,
Why do you hide
When you were made to shine
Why do you shun
Does your mirror lie?
Or is it my eyes?
Are you looking beyond
or do you look behind?
Oh Island,
Please won't you reveal
the hidden strengths
eternally seen
Unmask this warrior
Only show truth
Does painted glass speak
What the mind has chosen to deny?
Oh heart
Why do you fear?
Bravery and courage your destiny
You were made to lead, made to fight
Why do you begin to race
at the sight of evil
Is it not because you were made to overcome
Don't be afraid!
With love your motive,and destiny your guard
March, knowing the battle's already won
All you need to do is start.
Why do you hide
When you were made to shine
Why do you shun
Does your mirror lie?
Or is it my eyes?
Are you looking beyond
or do you look behind?
Oh Island,
Please won't you reveal
the hidden strengths
eternally seen
Unmask this warrior
Only show truth
Does painted glass speak
What the mind has chosen to deny?
Oh heart
Why do you fear?
Bravery and courage your destiny
You were made to lead, made to fight
Why do you begin to race
at the sight of evil
Is it not because you were made to overcome
Don't be afraid!
With love your motive,and destiny your guard
March, knowing the battle's already won
All you need to do is start.
I give up
I give up
Chandré De Wet
12 Oct 2008
running, running
closed doors
where to now
searching for a way some how
give me answers,
don't know how
or what or where or when
but hope that somehow
somebody, help me please?
can't you see I'm incomplete
looking, knocking
should i be copying
ratrace or embrace
discipline or a waste?
could it be
you just want me
to give up
shut up
look up
get up
or down on my knees
saying Jesus please
no one else can appease
or set my spirit at ease
I give this situation to you
only your hands can hold it
only you can shape it, make it into what you desire
i am merely clay
surrendering this day
wishing the old flesh away
Lord come and make me ok
or at least the way
i should be
I give up
and I give you all that I am
take me and teach me
and lead me into your way everlasting
Chandré De Wet
12 Oct 2008
running, running
closed doors
where to now
searching for a way some how
give me answers,
don't know how
or what or where or when
but hope that somehow
somebody, help me please?
can't you see I'm incomplete
looking, knocking
should i be copying
ratrace or embrace
discipline or a waste?
could it be
you just want me
to give up
shut up
look up
get up
or down on my knees
saying Jesus please
no one else can appease
or set my spirit at ease
I give this situation to you
only your hands can hold it
only you can shape it, make it into what you desire
i am merely clay
surrendering this day
wishing the old flesh away
Lord come and make me ok
or at least the way
i should be
I give up
and I give you all that I am
take me and teach me
and lead me into your way everlasting
Oak
"oak"
- chandré de wet 20/07/09
Stripped of all my former glory
every adornment, achievement on the floor
exposed to the elements, bared to the storms
the wind threatening to remove my last source
till nothing remains but bark and twiggs and branches
but rooted deep, receiving from unseen waters
nothing on the outside, yet anchored on the inside
seemingly no hope, yet new life just a season away...
And even in the midst of winter
Birds still chirping on my arms, People still finding peace and shade in my limited stature...
Maybe winter isn't so bad after all...
Maybe winter strips us of all that is us, till our only hope is the water from within...
And maybe even with all the tears, and exposure, coldness and death, those who embrace and hold on
are allowing for a harvest of new life...
A seed has to die for new life to begin.
We remain oaks of righteousness in summer or winter because our righteousness stems from our depth in God...
This is only visible in winter.
Why does the oak remain?, even after rain, wind, storms, losing their leaves...
Because all along the strength of the oak was not the bright sunshine or the colourful spring, but the life within, the deep, inner, hidden, source...
The living water of John 4...
Our Christ within, the hope of Glory
- chandré de wet 20/07/09
Stripped of all my former glory
every adornment, achievement on the floor
exposed to the elements, bared to the storms
the wind threatening to remove my last source
till nothing remains but bark and twiggs and branches
but rooted deep, receiving from unseen waters
nothing on the outside, yet anchored on the inside
seemingly no hope, yet new life just a season away...
And even in the midst of winter
Birds still chirping on my arms, People still finding peace and shade in my limited stature...
Maybe winter isn't so bad after all...
Maybe winter strips us of all that is us, till our only hope is the water from within...
And maybe even with all the tears, and exposure, coldness and death, those who embrace and hold on
are allowing for a harvest of new life...
A seed has to die for new life to begin.
We remain oaks of righteousness in summer or winter because our righteousness stems from our depth in God...
This is only visible in winter.
Why does the oak remain?, even after rain, wind, storms, losing their leaves...
Because all along the strength of the oak was not the bright sunshine or the colourful spring, but the life within, the deep, inner, hidden, source...
The living water of John 4...
Our Christ within, the hope of Glory
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So many branches? So many Stories? Complexities? I like the oak tree's camoflage stems :) and the extreme greenness... |
Better
better than yesterday
better
not farther than yesterday
not nearer to tomorrow
but better
not closer to answers
not far from the pain
but better
still dont know how the story ends
still trying to make ends meet
still picking up the broken pieces
still trying to hope again
but better than yesterday
better than before
better must count for something
better the beginning of hope
better than yesterday
better
-chan
22 April 2009
better
not farther than yesterday
not nearer to tomorrow
but better
not closer to answers
not far from the pain
but better
still dont know how the story ends
still trying to make ends meet
still picking up the broken pieces
still trying to hope again
but better than yesterday
better than before
better must count for something
better the beginning of hope
better than yesterday
better
-chan
22 April 2009
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