Poetry and Prose

Love makes me mad  Love prances like a deer when she gets her way Love can be really stupid Love strolled into Friday morning, acting like he’d like to be anywhere but here Love never shows up on time Love always calls at the worst of times Love says the wrong things at the wrong time Love says really hurtful things when she’s mad Love yells Love doesn’t let herself cry until she’s locked in her room Love would rather stay quiet than ask for help Love pretends that she knows what’s going on with me when she doesn’t Love asks me how I am doing, but I don’t think love cares Love never asks the right question Love doesn’t let me in Love hates that I am so loud Love hates it more when I go quiet Love has not realized that she will never know the real me Love realizes that I fear becoming a river, I never know when to stop pouring out Love despises that I don’t know that peach and champagne white go together Love placed ducks and frogs all around my house on Christmas, I found one in Ju...

Salvation is promised, Salvation is sure  His holy and perfect love is a kind of cure  Through His bleeding palms and through His scorned head  The thirsty drink and the hungry are fed  But there are nights when the devils whispers feel more like screams  And the things I turn into idols haunt my dreams I wake up and I begin to wonder  If my salvation is more like thunder If its a fleeting and temporary thing  A flower that bloomed too early in spring Does my dawn truly never rise?  Forced to live in this false disguise  I act confident that Jesus is my all in all  But what if I’m on my hands and knees to crawl  They drag me up in front of the altar  I beg for forgiveness in all the ways that I falter I am sorry for the doubts that I have  I am sorry for the times you see me cut in half I know my salvation is promised But when I’m uncertain, I turn into a makeshift psalmist  I lament to the Lord like I was formed from...