Tuesday, August 26, 2014


making lists, the discipline or organization
helps to regain
the reality of my sanity
in Christ
my joy + crown
the One for whom i lay all other things aside
and that pride
that both drives me forward
and also anchors me to those shakable rocks
time and again
but when You, Jesus, shake all that i thought was so secure
and You're all that's left peering back at me
the windows of Your soul
seeing straight into mine
and You know each thought
and the dreams that tornado there
getting tangled [too] often
in those sticky strings that stretch from corner to corner,
You see the end to the beginning
and you know
with all that confidence that is appropriately Yours,
how those webs need offer no intimidation
because the victory, the sonship, the righteousness, the finished work
they've been set immovably in their place
that dash on the timeline that we call "not yet,"
but already,
and the inhale and exhale comes shallower
and the heart decelerates
and that canvas before me bears those words
for from Him and through Him and to Him are all things
to Him be the glory forever. amen.

and does anything else matter anymore?
okay, yes, it does,
but its yoke is now limited

therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken,
let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe
[hebrews 12.28]