I can’t believe that as I am writing this, I am sitting in Jordan at the end of month 8 of the World Race. What a crazy, insane, amazing year this has been so far. With about 3 months left, I’m excited to see what God has in store. I pray, with all hope and trust in Him, that big things are about to happen: personally, as teams, and as a squad: miracles, conversions, burdens let go of, and so much more!
Here is the poetry selection for this month. It is my prayer that God uses at least one of these to teach, comfort, or even correct you! Thanks for your constant support and prayers! I love you all!
Brittle- August 3
Don’t step on me
I’ll shatter in two
Do not use me
I’ll only fail You
My energy’s spent
My bones are dry
I’m in the same pit
Where my feelings lie
I’m a desert patch
On Yahweh’s land
A dry blade of grass
Or a grain of sand
I seem so fragile
My skin is stretched
My stomach’s empty
It’s contents are retched
My veins are dusty
Heart is pumping ooze
Too tired to move
But too scared to lose
Oh God, I need You
Your mighty name I call
Consume my dryness
Let Your fire fall
Open up my chest
Expose my insides
Delve deeply with light
‘Til nothing left hides
Break my brittle fall
Snap my stubborn soul
Tear me apart
To make me whole
Flood me with water
Make my thirst die
Revive my being
So I’m no longer dry
Burden- August 5
Would it be a favor
If our Father lifted
All of our troubles
When new life He gifted?
We seem to think ‘yes’
That this would be right
Temptation would be gone
Sin we wouldn’t fight
We’d walk around perfect
With nothing to hide
But who would be our god
Surrounded by this pride?
We each need a thorn
A reminder of our King
A struggle to perfect us
Not some quick, painless thing
In weakness, we stay humble
Rely on our God’s power
We are simply His children
We need Him every hour
This is our burden
This is our load
Lucky for us
We don’t lift it alone
Maranatha- August 15
In love with the Savior
Of the human race
In awe of His mercy
In need of His grace
Oh Jesus Messiah
Healer of the weak
Oh King above Kings
Lover of the meek
Upon Your precious head
We placed a thorny crown
On Your innocent back
We brought our lashes down
Silent for the slaughter
The Lamb gave His breath
Risen on the third
The Lion silenced death
I love You, Oh Jesus
All-Powerful One
You’re coming back soon
The Victorious Son
Holy Ghost Town- August 20
I open up my eyes
No-one is around
Everyone has vanished
It’s a lonely ghost town
The city is empty
As I walk down each street
Gone now are the noises
No people do I meet
But still I’m not alone
A Presence do I feel
Above, around, within
With majesty so real
This Being fills my heart
And we walk in hand-in-hand
He looks at me in love
As we stroll this barren land
Nobody’s here to judge
So I sing without care
Nobody’s here to laugh
So I dance with Him there
When I worship my God
No-one else can be found
I’m alone with Him
It’s a Holy Ghost town
