Monday, February 28, 2011

A Letter to the Lord

In the morning, I usually write my prayers out. Sometimes my prayer is specific, sometimes it's general, and sometimes it's both. I always capitalize words and pronouns that refer to God or Jesus, such as You; my personal preference. (The 'circumstances' to which I refer in this prayer are improved personal finances and church experience.) Here's a small prayer I'd like to share.

Dear Father God,
It is no secret to You that I have longed and prayed and hoped for different circumstances. Your ears are full of my supplications and pleas. Yet, where are the sounds of my gratitude? In everything and for everyone in my life let me be truly thankful. Let me be filled with the Holy Spirit. May I walk in the light and fellowship of Jesus Christ always.
Love,
Dwight

Although this letter / prayer is small, I mean it with all my heart. I will periodically share more, but I wanted to include this so that my readers would know from other posts that I am not without a definite Christian essence. I realize some of my posts seem quite secular and even a little dark. But, above all, I hope to be real here. After all, these are my revelations for life. Life goes on; I struggle, I grow, I change, and hopefully, I mature. God bless you, reader!!

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Here Just Yesterday

The days go by, I do not know why, they were here just yesterday.
Perhaps I should die, give up and sigh, life's lessons are short lived anyway.

My computer is no tutor, 'tis more like a looter, for its appetite flies too quickly.
I want to cry, but dare not cry "bye," because my work provides me no victory.

Why can't I write, and put up a fight, for what my heart truly desires.
For then I am sure, that I grow and mature, in facing my passions and fires.

It's not just an art, it burns in my heart, the Spirit of life is within me.
It seeks to get out, to whisper to shout, to tell all that It's sweeter than honey.

I long to live, my life mission and give, and build upon solid ground.
So let me get lost, and not get tossed, in that by which I am found.

The days are too short, to sit idly in court, judging how time will be spent.
No writing I do, rather leave things to you, may I turn to Christ and repent.

Such was my life, this yearning and strife, to experience the worldly decoy.
Now I know Peace, that shall never cease, flowing in crisp rivers of joy.

More than a tool, writing's a jewel, and lifts my soul to the sky.
To Him be glory, as I write my story, for He is the reason why.