Caging the Lion

In our sin we trust our own abilities
As though we can fight against evil
Standing unarmed in this age
We put the Lion in a cage

In our self-exalting minds we think
I will not be greedy, I will tell no lie
I can do no harm, how great I will be
What power we invest in I, when there is no power in me

And the Lion sits in His cage, gentle as a Lamb
Not because He cannot come out
But because we fail to call on His name
Even as we are burned in the flame

Do not be confused, when I say there is no power in I
I mean there is also no power in you
Evil gives confidence, fills with pride
Evil will afford you to buy into the lies

And still we cage the Lion, deaf to His mighty roar
He alone can save us, only by His strength
Yet our eyes blind with love of man
Do not see the one who holds us in His hands

If we fail to open the cage, to come fearfully to His throne
We will succomb to evil, belonging to our sins
If we do not seek the One who is both Lion and Lamb
Evil will devour us in the place we try to stand

Prayer for Sense

Lord, make me blind

That I may see only You

Only the light of Your will

Take from me the ability to hear

So I may be deaf to all things

Except Your gentle commands

I pray that I may never touch again

But be touched by You always

Use my hand for Your glory

May my tongue and lips not taste

So that Your word is my bread

And sweeter than honey it will be

The aromas of this world be gone

I only wish to smell the fragrance of You

Let this be my perfume

And Lord, bring me down upon my knees

That I will always be beneath Your protection

Calling on Your name in prayer

Amen.

Why...

Why did you follow
When I was trying so hard to lose you
Why did you persist
When I did everything to make you stop
Why did you love
When I was filled with hate
Why did you try
When I had already given up
Why did you choose me
When I chose them
Why did you call me perfect
When I called myself anything but
Why did you stay true
When I was living a lie
God, why did I take so long to see
When you were showing me the whole time?

06/01/07

Love, E.K.

The Hands of Mere Men

The hands of men are flawed and failing

Leading to hurt and anguish

What is held by them is often dropped

Broken, stained or ruined

Fringerprints that tarnish

They are far too often rough

Constantly intrusted with the treasures of the world

Much destruction is left

The joints falter, riddled with pain

Things are lost, never to be returned

The hands of mere men

Rape, murder and steal



The hands of God are mighty

In order to hold the world they must be

Each thing held is blessed

Broken, stained and ruined

Now renewed, forgiven

Fingerprints of grace and glory, unfaltering

Always kind, always true

Sturdy and stable

The hands of God were once pierced

By the hands of mere men

Only in the hands of God

Will the hands of men be cleaned


06/01/07

Love, E.K.

To my son

I have taken up writing poetry again, thanks to some inspiration from friends! Poetry has always been my release and I'm ready to get back into it. Here is a poem I wrote about where my life is now, thanks to God's will! Enjoy!

Love, E.K.

Tired and Worn

A door to a room you can’t look in
Only I hold the key
Roads I would take, races I would win
Put away the dreams I used to see

I locked that door when you were born
Plans I made were gone
Today I felt so tired and worn
My patience and smile withdrawn

So I turned the key with a grin
Admire dreams never to be
At the moment when my nerves were thin
I just wanted to feel free

Did not expect things so tired and worn
Thought a light would dawn
Shocked to find my dreams were old and torn
Not vivid pictures my mind had drawn

Discovered I was in the same skin
Only now you are the dream for me
New dreams of the life you and I begin
Desires for the past flee