Casting Down Arguments

IDEAS circulating TOO BIG for words
difficult to pin down with thumb-tack reason

Investigate closely value of thought
Identify relationship to emotion
Interrogate discovering intent

Path to captivity or liberation?

captivated,
the struggling tension of BLESSED suffering releases
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY

Holding precious truth and
a new covenant
Holy Spirit, come.

Narrow Way

By the ear
each thought stands
before the throne

Amen

Resurrection Meal

Not then
at New Beginning
when I taste resolution
resurrection meal

Now
this moment
and
the next one

a breath with Christ

so close
to His intention
in unison
heart direction

Simply Jesus Everything

silent moments with my King
simply Jesus everything
prayers I breathe He ascertains
my speechless praise, my joys, my pains

no thoughts of time or momentum's pace
simply resting in His grace
comfort by His calming hand
my Lord, my God, He understands

precious blessing purest peace
Heaven's pleasure in me released
amazed to feel more to believe
gloroius splendor to receive

right here and now I have it all
my life in Him, purpose and call
this silent moment with my King
simply Jesus everything

The Better Way

darkness runs deep through these coarse veins
I'm stilled by the ruins of ancient pains
this world crumbles a seashore bliss
the comfort of I forget amiss

her eyes so plainly a new dawn
forbidden streets I prance upon
take me down security
chain the beast that lives in me

into Your Word I must retreat
the life you give making complete
guard my heart-set my path straight
Jesus, Jesus the better way

New Moon

Alcoholic burn won't sweet this speech
no rest on lips with ash blunt heat
never tweak this scene with root again
nor corrupt this mind with thinking men

clarity still water cool stream refresh
spirit calming Heaven's breath
new newness born anew
replace the lie with all that's true

knowing nature is revealed
ending mysteries being filled
Holy Spirit burn away
that old man of yesterday

create a new me
head and heart
so I reflect
the Morning Star

His Light Reward

dung
past successes
superficial recesses
the great achievements from my hands
left behind

PRIZE CHRIST

not that I have in hand
though pressing on
I reach
outstretched hand to receive
His Light Reward

My Judas Me

betrayer
of my Christ like-mindedness
so concerned for the welfare
of my ego image self
recognition accommodation
breathing in the choke me dust of my glass house living space
my eye planks write across the mural sky
speck finding nose turned up so
violation judgements
the weight of my scale
condemning praise breath
"Is it I?"
sneaking stealth
pockets full of worldly wealth
glamorous self-righteousness
gluttonous greed for eyes on me
"Is it I?"
my own familiar friend
in whom I trusted,
who ate my bread,
has lifted up his heel
against the only good I carry
"Is it I?"