Small Hands

Small hands lifted up
All they want is a hug
They understand
How to love
Don’t need to be taught
That they need us
How is it we forget
The way we used to be
Leaning on one another
Innocent, just saying
“Come play with me”
Is how we make friends
An easy laugh
A smile on a precious face
What a gift
A child’s love is
Small hands lifted up
Let that be a symbol
Of how we should trust
How we should love
Like a child

Turn It

Lord, take my crappy attitude
And grow flowers in it.
Take my sullenness and
Change it to joy
Lord, correct my sense
Of impending doom to
Become a knowledge of the
Present overabundence
Of all Your blessings
God, turn the pressure
I put on myself and redirect it
Into sincere praise
For Who You are
For how You love me
For all You have done
And continue to do in me
Turn it all to praise
That brings You glory
Refocus me only on You

State of Change

The level of change piles up
When it overwhelms and
Gets to be way too much
The need to have something familiar
Is so deep and it’s insane
And completely indescribable
It’s shaking and breaking
It’s shattering, but it’s still good
It’s so hard and yet,
Change is a constant
And inevitable
In the constant state
Of a turning, changing world,
In my life, there is ever
One constant that doesn’t
Ever change and He is Jesus
He is God, Who is always
And forever with me
Loving me and guiding
Every step I take

Preexisting Condition

I’ve lied, I’ve been rude
Meanness has totally
Been a thing with me
I’ve been hurt, shattered
Utterly broken and felt
Not good enough
For anyone to love
I’ve been sure I was useless
Been lonely, wished
Desperately for someone
Anyone to just see me
It’s the state of existence
Our existing condition
Of isolating loneliness
A preexisting condition that
Most of humanity knows
What I want to tell you
Is that there is a place to go
Accepting all preexisting
Condition no matter what it is
You and me, we are welcome
In the open arms of Jesus
There’s no referral needed
He just loves us as we are
Tired and feeling broken
He takes us and meets us
In the place we live
House calls are totally His thing
There’s no denial
For any reason
To anyone who invites
Him in to their life
No matter what
No matter where or when
Jesus loves through every single
Preexisting condition

In The Room

Parents don’t see
What happens when
They’re in the other room
The same can’t be said
For our Father God
Who never leaves us alone
When tears fall as
We drift to sleep
Or our minds spin at night
Or we get that new job
And it’s time to celebrate
God is in the room
He’s always in every room
Everywhere in all of them
All the time
He knows what goes on
And He’s always there
For us, with us, loving us
With His mercy and grace
No matter where we are
No matter the hour
He is always right there
With us in every room