HELLO LOVES
I was in prayer at bible study, and prayed utter submission. I told God I wanted Him to utterly take over me, and do exactly what He wanted with me, in me, and through. I then envisioned what it would be like to be completely malleable to God. I saw myself as this shapeless matter, then as this formless mound of clay. And this is what came out during prayer, and it is the sincerest desire and declaration of my heart.
Nothing (Clay)
A freewrite
10/16/13
I am formless except for Your hand
I am shapeless except for Your fingers
I am empty mass except for Your spirit
I float lest You anchor me
Here, am I, am clay
Am shapeless, formless matter
am indistinguishable and indiscernible
except for Your breath
and warmth of Your palms
I drown lest You lift me
I decay lest You preserve me
I am colorless
but just the right shade of transparent
for Light to shine through
I am flavorless
vague and in distinctive
Contemplating how nothing can chemically cook into sodium chloride
I am scratch
I am start
with me and end in You
begin with nothing
and end in Everything
complete: I am the antonym and You are the answer
I am anonymous lest You name me
An archaeological dig of sorts
An expedition only begetting dirt
Undiscovered lest You excavate
and give meaning to my dust
An Adam Atom
I am both dead air and dead weight
Both Weightless and heavy
Both sinking and rising
Most nothing
Lest You undo and redo me
Mold and renew me
Make me
Something
Here, am I, am clay
I hear You are Master Creator
Cultivating beauty out of vastness
Thou despisest pride
And there is nothing more humble than a clean slate
Except an empty one
I
Am shapeless, formless matter
am indistinguishable and indiscernible
except for Your breath
and warmth of Your palms
I am zero
You are infinity
and becoming Yours is the catalyst of my existence
I become, in You
I am insignificant matter
an insignificant matter
until I mattered to You
I am the darkness on the face of the deep
and you are are the whisper
hear
When I say I give you absolutely nothing
here
I am laying all I am at your feet
I am nothing, now
But I will be evidence
of He who makes something
out of Nothing
Here, am I, am clay
love, compassion, royalty
Queen
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Thursday, October 17, 2013
Friday, June 17, 2011
They said her name was favor...
something i wrote a couple years ago for church about the story of Hannah
They said her name means Favor
They said her name means Favor. That’s what you had for her Lord. Favor, meaning defeat for my enemies. Favor, meaning with it victory and I are inseparable. To have favor with you, oh Lord. To know that when my tears fall, they fall where you can catch them; that they will flow into a river… and once I climb over tribulation and reach to touch the glory you grant me; that there flow that river that will reflect every time my head hung low and you lifted up my eyes. To know that when my heart aches, that is when you hold me tightest in your arms. To know that when I am breaking, the pieces of me fall in your hands…and you rebuild me. To know that my cries and calling float past this world and directly into your ears, with no detour. To know that even in being empty, I am ever full. Favor, To know that when you hear my voice, you listen…because you know me, because I am one of yours, because when I cry daddy you know its your child calling for you.
They said her name means favor. And at night as she wept and prayed and called you, almost with every breath, and every tear; through blurred eyes looked up to you…she didn’t lose faith. She cried only because she hurt, not because she didn’t believe. She knew who you were. Because you knew who she was. Because she lived for you, so you put life in her. And as her enemies mocked and laughed and claimed the impossible, up went her devotion to you. With every malicious remark made, two more prayers that almost silently left her lips were sent to you. She didn’t cease praying, she didn’t stop believing, she persistently asked for the gift you would bless her with, because she knew you never stopped hearing her. Everything her heart had, she gave to you…because everything she needed you gave to her. And when the world thought the pain was her demise, when the world thought she whispered her desires to you in vain…you showed them the excellence of the God she served with a son that she called the name of God.
They said her name means favor. And she knew what you would do, she knew what favor meant. So when she got off of her knees, sore from talking with you, when she promised to give you the best of whatever you gave to her, when she said your will be done, she got up knowing that it was already done. She needed not to anguish anymore because she understood the God she served. The words that left her lips and the blood that flowed through her veins and hope her heart had came from you. To know that with you, her spirit can rest. To know that she didn’t just live her life, she lived and died with you.
They said her name means favor. And when I pray to you, I’ll think of her. And maybe one day my name will mean favor, too.
love, compassion, royalty
Qu3eN G
They said her name means Favor
They said her name means Favor. That’s what you had for her Lord. Favor, meaning defeat for my enemies. Favor, meaning with it victory and I are inseparable. To have favor with you, oh Lord. To know that when my tears fall, they fall where you can catch them; that they will flow into a river… and once I climb over tribulation and reach to touch the glory you grant me; that there flow that river that will reflect every time my head hung low and you lifted up my eyes. To know that when my heart aches, that is when you hold me tightest in your arms. To know that when I am breaking, the pieces of me fall in your hands…and you rebuild me. To know that my cries and calling float past this world and directly into your ears, with no detour. To know that even in being empty, I am ever full. Favor, To know that when you hear my voice, you listen…because you know me, because I am one of yours, because when I cry daddy you know its your child calling for you.
They said her name means favor. And at night as she wept and prayed and called you, almost with every breath, and every tear; through blurred eyes looked up to you…she didn’t lose faith. She cried only because she hurt, not because she didn’t believe. She knew who you were. Because you knew who she was. Because she lived for you, so you put life in her. And as her enemies mocked and laughed and claimed the impossible, up went her devotion to you. With every malicious remark made, two more prayers that almost silently left her lips were sent to you. She didn’t cease praying, she didn’t stop believing, she persistently asked for the gift you would bless her with, because she knew you never stopped hearing her. Everything her heart had, she gave to you…because everything she needed you gave to her. And when the world thought the pain was her demise, when the world thought she whispered her desires to you in vain…you showed them the excellence of the God she served with a son that she called the name of God.
They said her name means favor. And she knew what you would do, she knew what favor meant. So when she got off of her knees, sore from talking with you, when she promised to give you the best of whatever you gave to her, when she said your will be done, she got up knowing that it was already done. She needed not to anguish anymore because she understood the God she served. The words that left her lips and the blood that flowed through her veins and hope her heart had came from you. To know that with you, her spirit can rest. To know that she didn’t just live her life, she lived and died with you.
They said her name means favor. And when I pray to you, I’ll think of her. And maybe one day my name will mean favor, too.
love, compassion, royalty
Qu3eN G
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