This reservoir it aches. It flows.
It swells. Though hidden deep it shows
These drops cascade across my cheek
Tears not from worn heart, cold, or bleak

Winter storms stir tides with fury
Waves spill o'er their banks in hurry
My heart stirred brims banks and cries
Tears of love for you wet these eyes

"...but I do like it"

No vast profession. Simple words

Obtained without request

Offered up with factual smile

Admitting hope none had as yet

Even unsure of the future
Here and now it all has changed
Things long past I thought I'd lost
He's brought them back in me again

Years ago I had it figured
Knew all that I needed to
But Your grace knew what I didn't
And You knew that I need You

Never bootstraps or a floging
Something stronger inner man
Foreign body in me bending
Wrought iron will with gentle hand

New things growing don't belong here
Old stuff always gray and marred
This is something quite alarming
New heart where one once was hard

Truth occuring freshly to me
Truth that always was the same
Lame once but I now am running
Wild once but now I am tamed

Thinking now with pure intention
Once thought only sordid filth
Mind is free to see new glory
Gone my heavy weight of guilt

Steadfast hope of perfect ending
Gone my streak of dead end paths
Leave this earth the day He calls me
With my Savior home at last

Unknown the Depths of Man's Soul Rot

Unknown the depths of man's soul rot
He sees the surface only. Not
The reaches can he plumb and find
There dwells no good in heart or mind

Would that the pious man could see
In truth his need and call to Thee
For man his set stain cannot touch
So Thou, pure Son for man was crushed

Part 1

Fight the pull of rushing stream.
Feel the gaze of woolen wolves
Drawn by stench of rotting flesh
Beneath my fleece. My teeth
Concealed with flapping gums.
Numb I wake to find
I feed upon myself.

Questions

Ever feel like you've got to break the mold, but you're not sure what that's got to look like?  Ever wonder if you're caught between what you think you'd like to be doing to serve the Lord, and what you probably should be doing?  Ever wonder if that's a false dichotomy?  Ever feel like rebelling against almost everything that the organized church (intentionally lower-cased 'c') is and does?  Ever wonder if you're just rebellious at heart?  Ever wonder if you'll stop being so shallow, and have real, meaningful relationships?  Ever wonder if it's possible to speak of nothing entertainment related for once?  Ever get sick of entertainment usurping art's place in society?  Ever think that what was intended to give eyesight, fresh air, and wings to the soul now seems to give only cataracts, smog, and chains?  Ever wonder when you'll ever start living how you should -- how you long to, even?  Ever feel like I do?

A Normal Family

After looking at a few family pictures, a friend of mine said something like, "are there any pictures of your family looking normal?"  I replied, "yeah sure there are," and showed him this picture.

"Here's a nor...  oh.  Maybe there aren't."

Actually, I think the 4 of us may be the abnormal ones in this picture.

You know, as I type this, I'm thinking that it may have been my mom who said we don't have any normal pictures of us.

This was taken by some other random tourist at Sea World durring our family trip this Dec to Cali.  I think it will be logged in my memory as one of the funnest (I know it's not a word, ok?) things I've ever done.

By the way, here's another normal pic: