Jesus the Righteous

Who is like our God, became man
Who humbled himself even unto death
There is none more worthy of praise
Jesus, the righteous, the ancient of days

He reigns with power and sits on the throne
Of grace; he gives mercy like none there is known

None can wash as clean as you do
No one can save me from sin, none but you
Nothing can heal or mend broken hearts
None but Jesus; worthy thou art

Who can stand when weighed down by cares
When life makes me weary, when life seems unfair
Who can pay my ransom for sin
Jesus, the righteous, for me, was broken

Who can die and raise in new life
In silence, so humble, he suffered and died
From the grave he rose the third day
Jesus, the righteous, whom death could not slay

He reigns with power and sits on the throne
Of grace; he gives mercy like none there is known

None can wash as clean as you do
No one can save me from sin, none but you
Nothing can heal or mend broken hearts
None but Jesus; worthy thou art

Pen and Tree

I spill my thoughts with pen and tree
It's such a joke, honestly
Cuz in my mind, my very being,
I'm given to a heart, you see

I can't explain, through pen and tree
Exactly what is happening
Affections lie so deep within,
Are married to my whole person

They can't be bound to pen and tree
Then thrown aside so thoughtlessly
To sit and then, by time, just rust
Become a hardened, breaking crust

And though I love my pen and tree
And though they do medicate me
They will suffice just one more day
Until my arms and words obey

Peace in Release

Oh! How do I release to you
The things I want and hold on to?

How do I give up those desires
I feel are placed upon my heart

By you, and not just by myself?
How do I put them on the shelf?

I do not know how to release
I do not know how to give up

Is there something I'm missing?
A word phrase not on my listing?

A rock I haven't over-turned?
A book I haven't fully read?

God! I feel like I'm crazy
I know I am not being lazy

Please teach me to fully release
So in you I can find some peace

The Beauty of Nature

I'm reading the book "Miracles" right now by C.S. Lewis. It is an amazing book. READ IT.
I was reading chapter 9 titled "A Chapter not Strictly Necessary" and thought Lewis described very beautifully how Nature is truly herself only when seen in light of something or someone bigger, namely God. I decided to post the last paragraph on my blog because I love Lewis' romanticism with Nature and the hope he had that one day it will be redeemed.
ENJOY!!!

"Only Supernaturalists really see Nature. You must go a little away from her, and then turn round, and look back. Then at last the true landscape will become visible. You must have tasted, however briefly, the pure water from beyond the world before you can be distinctly conscious of the hot, salty tang of Nature's current. To treat her as God, or as Everything, is to lose the whole pith and pleasure of her. Come out, look back, and then you will see...this astonishing cataract of bears, babies, and bananas: this immoderate deluge of atoms, orchids, oranges, cancers, canaries, fleas, gases, tornadoes and toads. How could you ever have thought this was the ultimate reality? How could you ever have thought that it was merely a stage-set for the moral drama of men and women? She is herself. Offer her neither worship nor contempt. Meet her and know her. If we are immortal, and if she is doomed (as the scientists tell us) to run down and die, we shall miss this half-shy and half-flamboyant creature, this ogress, this hoyden, this incorrigible fairy, this dumb witch. But the theologians tell us that she, like ourselves, is to be redeemed. The 'vanity' to which she was subjected was her disease, not her essence. She will be cured in character: not tamed (Heaven forbid) nor sterilised. We shall still be able to recognise our old enemy, friend, playfellow, and foster-mother, so perfected as to be not less, but more, herself. And that will be a merry meeting."