Longings that are deep inside
Longings that hold through the night
Longings that won’t go away
Longings that, like wind, will change
Desires that take root down within
Desires that grow, increase, and live
Desires that seem to keep my mind
Desires that stay attentive eyes
Hope that stays, despite a lack
Hope that comes and goes like that
Hope that flourished here and there
Hope that none find anywhere
Truth that someday it will be
Truth that someday I’ll be free
Truth that brings a million more
Truth that rescues the hurt and poor
Monday, November 29, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Finding Rest
Call me cheesy, but I’m a sucker for poems like this.
Certainly because I’m such a hopeless romantic, but also because parts of them remind me of Jesus and how he pursues us. The one speaking in the poem sounds so hopeless, but his heart never stops longing and pursuing.
This poem is from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. Treebeard is telling Merry and Pippin’ about their female counterparts, the Entwives, whom they haven’t seen for a VERY long time.
The Entwives left the Ents because they wanted to keep moving and cultivate other lands. They liked their gardens and wanted to wander rather than stay with the Ents. This did not stop the Ents from emploring the Entwives to stay with them, and it did not stop the Ents from searching and pursuing the Entwives.
Ent:
When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough;
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow;
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!
Entwife:
When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade;
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid;
When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air,
I’ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.
Ent:
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
Entwife:
When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I’ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
Ent:
When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I’ll look for thee, and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!
Entwife:
When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!
Both:
Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.
Certainly because I’m such a hopeless romantic, but also because parts of them remind me of Jesus and how he pursues us. The one speaking in the poem sounds so hopeless, but his heart never stops longing and pursuing.
This poem is from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. Treebeard is telling Merry and Pippin’ about their female counterparts, the Entwives, whom they haven’t seen for a VERY long time.
The Entwives left the Ents because they wanted to keep moving and cultivate other lands. They liked their gardens and wanted to wander rather than stay with the Ents. This did not stop the Ents from emploring the Entwives to stay with them, and it did not stop the Ents from searching and pursuing the Entwives.
Ent:
When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough;
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow;
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!
Entwife:
When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade;
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid;
When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air,
I’ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.
Ent:
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
Entwife:
When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I’ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
Ent:
When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I’ll look for thee, and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!
Entwife:
When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!
Both:
Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Where I'll Stand
I built my house down on the sand
The sea rose up and tore it down
Where now can I go?
Where is there shelter?
I put faith in steel and firm hands
Stored treasure here in this land
Where now can I invest
If right now these things won't last?
Seeing all the things I once loved
Eaten by moth and by rust
What have I left to cling to?
What's left for me?
If thieves break in and steal all
And I can't guard my own
If tornados destroy
Where can I go?
I will stand on nothing more
Than Jesus Christ, the firmest floor
No one else will keep me safe
Nothing can take your place
So this is where I'll stand
On something firmer than sand
This is my hope
It's surer than each breath
I've got my faith
And you have given me grace
I will persevere
Until you come back
The sea rose up and tore it down
Where now can I go?
Where is there shelter?
I put faith in steel and firm hands
Stored treasure here in this land
Where now can I invest
If right now these things won't last?
Seeing all the things I once loved
Eaten by moth and by rust
What have I left to cling to?
What's left for me?
If thieves break in and steal all
And I can't guard my own
If tornados destroy
Where can I go?
I will stand on nothing more
Than Jesus Christ, the firmest floor
No one else will keep me safe
Nothing can take your place
So this is where I'll stand
On something firmer than sand
This is my hope
It's surer than each breath
I've got my faith
And you have given me grace
I will persevere
Until you come back
Friday, October 15, 2010
The Greatest Cause of Anger
You don't know what you are saying, do you?
A million words spew from your mouth like venom.
Do you know how fast they kill?
Do you know how much they bill?
Though your mouth is sweetened by honey, though you life looks right,
I see through your heart and it's filth that I find.
Can't you see where what you say
Is coming from? Evil.
Hear what I hate more than all else:
A fake and hypocritical heart.
You say one thing, do all else,
Give me love that is false.
I can't handle your sacrifices,
They fuel my wrath.
You can't comprehend the weight of the things that you do.
Each move you make just gives you shortcuts to more pain.
Won't you stop and change your mind.
Leave behind your ways and do mine.
Hear what I hate more than all else:
A fake and hypocritical heart.
You say one thing, do all else,
Give me love that is false.
I can't handle your sacrifices,
They fuel my wrath.
Turn to me, I want your heart.
Hear my plea: I want your heart.
A million words spew from your mouth like venom.
Do you know how fast they kill?
Do you know how much they bill?
Though your mouth is sweetened by honey, though you life looks right,
I see through your heart and it's filth that I find.
Can't you see where what you say
Is coming from? Evil.
Hear what I hate more than all else:
A fake and hypocritical heart.
You say one thing, do all else,
Give me love that is false.
I can't handle your sacrifices,
They fuel my wrath.
You can't comprehend the weight of the things that you do.
Each move you make just gives you shortcuts to more pain.
Won't you stop and change your mind.
Leave behind your ways and do mine.
Hear what I hate more than all else:
A fake and hypocritical heart.
You say one thing, do all else,
Give me love that is false.
I can't handle your sacrifices,
They fuel my wrath.
Turn to me, I want your heart.
Hear my plea: I want your heart.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
I Finally Recall
How oft I've wished to run away
To see what lies beneath the stars
These city lights they kill the night
Keep blind those who were blind to start
I can't recall the days
When all I could say
Was how wonderful
A maker I have
How long I've waited for a time
When where I dwell is by the tree
That bears fruit that produces life
And keeps me satisfied, complete
Can you recall the days
When all we could say
Was how glorious
A maker we have
My God, we'll sing
How marvelous you are
My God, I see
A place more majestic
Your hands have made
Both plants and cement buildings
Divine artwork
Creator of all things good
How deep a longing weighs in me
To live with people, live with life
To see wild creatures grow around
Architecture so profound
Then we'll relive the days
When all we could say
Was how loving-kind
A father we have
Do you remember how things used to be
Well they'll be better than that when we're fully redeemed
These wretched bodies new, the heavens breaking through
We'll be here in the city on earth
To see what lies beneath the stars
These city lights they kill the night
Keep blind those who were blind to start
I can't recall the days
When all I could say
Was how wonderful
A maker I have
How long I've waited for a time
When where I dwell is by the tree
That bears fruit that produces life
And keeps me satisfied, complete
Can you recall the days
When all we could say
Was how glorious
A maker we have
My God, we'll sing
How marvelous you are
My God, I see
A place more majestic
Your hands have made
Both plants and cement buildings
Divine artwork
Creator of all things good
How deep a longing weighs in me
To live with people, live with life
To see wild creatures grow around
Architecture so profound
Then we'll relive the days
When all we could say
Was how loving-kind
A father we have
Do you remember how things used to be
Well they'll be better than that when we're fully redeemed
These wretched bodies new, the heavens breaking through
We'll be here in the city on earth
Monday, August 2, 2010
Need-pleasures and Appreciative-pleasures
I was reading “The Four Loves” by C.S. Lewis again and something I didn’t fully understand hit me. Lewis talks about how there is a difference between Need-pleasures and Appreciative-pleasures (Need-love and Appreciative-love). An example of a Need-pleasure would be a glass of water when you are thirsty. When your mouth is parched and dry and you get a glass of water, the water quenches your thirst and pleases you greatly; but when you are not thirsty, water does not please you the same way. It is pleasing when it is needed; but when it is not needed, it fails to have the same pleasure it had. An example of an Appreciative-pleasure would be something like coffee. One never truly needs coffee, but we enjoy it for its taste and flavor. It is sheer delight (in it’s most innocent form) that causes one to drink coffee, whether that’s for the warm feeling it gives on a cold winter morning, the smell of the coffee beans as you open up the bag, or the diversity of flavors and blends from different parts of the world. I use the example of coffee intentionally because it is an example of an Appreciative-pleasure that can turn into a Need-pleasure when it becomes abused by the one who initially enjoyed it not out of need. People get addicted to coffee and, where it once was an Appreciative-pleasure, it becomes a Need-pleasure. So there is such a thing as a Need-pleasure that turns into something other than a pleasure: it turns from a key that once unlocked the door to pleasure into the lock on the door that kept the pleasure closed up to begin with. You no longer enjoy the thing simply because it is what it is; rather, you enjoy it because your body needs it to function.
And where there is a need, when that need is quenched, the pleasure is oftentimes quenched along with it. When you satisfy your thirst, you also satisfy the pleasure that comes along with drinking water. The pleasure leaves when the need leaves. When the need becomes a sort of vice, like when coffee becomes an addiction, so the thing that brought pleasure will potentially be turned into a vice as well. You will no longer drink coffee because you appreciate it, you will drink it because you need it. This doesn’t mean that all Need-pleasures are negative or vices. One's addiction to coffee might be a vice, but our addiction to water is never a vice. We need water to live, but we will never need coffee to live. C.S. Lewis says “Our Need-love for God is in a different position because our need of Him can never end either in this world or in any other. But our awareness of it can, and then the Need-love dies too.” The Need-pleasure we get in Jesus is a good thing because, like water, we desperately need our relationship with him to be right, which is only possible through faith in the gospel of Christ. When anybody becomes a Christian, there is usually some aspect of Need-pleasure that gets satisfied in Christ; oftentimes there is a temporary pleasure we receive just like water is a temporary pleasure when we are thirsty. People look to Christ to fill their temporary needs, just like the 10 lepers who came to him and were healed in Luke 17, 9 of which only received the temporary pleasure of being healed. Only one leper came back and received the pleasure of his greater need. Jesus does give people pleasure in and through temporary things sometimes, but most people do not come to him to satisfy their greatest need, a need that is everlasting. We have a greater need than being healed physically in this life: we have a need to be reconciled to God; in this we find a Need-pleasure that we will always have and that will always be satisfied in Jesus.
Lewis says later in that paragraph “There seems no reason for describing as hypocritical the short-lived piety of those whose religion fades away once they have emerged from ‘danger, necessity, or tribulation.’” If our Need-pleasure for Christ does not turn into an Appreciative-pleasure, it will (possibly) die off as soon as the need goes away. The Need-pleasure the 1 leper found in Jesus of physical healing turned into an Appreciative-pleasure, "Then one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, praising God with a loud voice; and he fell on his face at Jesus' feet, giving him thanks" (Luke 17:15-16). When one sees that Christ comforts them in trials, they become satisfied in their trials by Christ. But as soon as the trial ends, so does their need for Jesus to be their comfort. If they do not find pleasure in Christ simply for who he is, appreciating him out of sheer delight, their pleasure in him will die because it was based off of a temporary need. There are needs that aren’t temporary, and we will always have a Need-pleasure that is satisfied in Christ, but when all our pleasure in him consists of those needs that are temporary, no real or lasting pleasure will be found in him. There must be in every Christian a need that will always exist and will always be satisfied in Jesus, and there must also be in every Christian a pleasure to praise Jesus simply because of who he is. "Need-love cries to God from our poverty...Appreciative-love says: 'We give thanks to thee for thy great glory.'"
And where there is a need, when that need is quenched, the pleasure is oftentimes quenched along with it. When you satisfy your thirst, you also satisfy the pleasure that comes along with drinking water. The pleasure leaves when the need leaves. When the need becomes a sort of vice, like when coffee becomes an addiction, so the thing that brought pleasure will potentially be turned into a vice as well. You will no longer drink coffee because you appreciate it, you will drink it because you need it. This doesn’t mean that all Need-pleasures are negative or vices. One's addiction to coffee might be a vice, but our addiction to water is never a vice. We need water to live, but we will never need coffee to live. C.S. Lewis says “Our Need-love for God is in a different position because our need of Him can never end either in this world or in any other. But our awareness of it can, and then the Need-love dies too.” The Need-pleasure we get in Jesus is a good thing because, like water, we desperately need our relationship with him to be right, which is only possible through faith in the gospel of Christ. When anybody becomes a Christian, there is usually some aspect of Need-pleasure that gets satisfied in Christ; oftentimes there is a temporary pleasure we receive just like water is a temporary pleasure when we are thirsty. People look to Christ to fill their temporary needs, just like the 10 lepers who came to him and were healed in Luke 17, 9 of which only received the temporary pleasure of being healed. Only one leper came back and received the pleasure of his greater need. Jesus does give people pleasure in and through temporary things sometimes, but most people do not come to him to satisfy their greatest need, a need that is everlasting. We have a greater need than being healed physically in this life: we have a need to be reconciled to God; in this we find a Need-pleasure that we will always have and that will always be satisfied in Jesus.
Lewis says later in that paragraph “There seems no reason for describing as hypocritical the short-lived piety of those whose religion fades away once they have emerged from ‘danger, necessity, or tribulation.’” If our Need-pleasure for Christ does not turn into an Appreciative-pleasure, it will (possibly) die off as soon as the need goes away. The Need-pleasure the 1 leper found in Jesus of physical healing turned into an Appreciative-pleasure, "Then one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, praising God with a loud voice; and he fell on his face at Jesus' feet, giving him thanks" (Luke 17:15-16). When one sees that Christ comforts them in trials, they become satisfied in their trials by Christ. But as soon as the trial ends, so does their need for Jesus to be their comfort. If they do not find pleasure in Christ simply for who he is, appreciating him out of sheer delight, their pleasure in him will die because it was based off of a temporary need. There are needs that aren’t temporary, and we will always have a Need-pleasure that is satisfied in Christ, but when all our pleasure in him consists of those needs that are temporary, no real or lasting pleasure will be found in him. There must be in every Christian a need that will always exist and will always be satisfied in Jesus, and there must also be in every Christian a pleasure to praise Jesus simply because of who he is. "Need-love cries to God from our poverty...Appreciative-love says: 'We give thanks to thee for thy great glory.'"
Higher than I
This was a fun poem to write! The first line in each section has 8 syllables, the second line in each second has 16 syllables. FUN FUN FUN!!!
I do not understand your ways.
You allow, no, command the pieces to fall the way that you want.
I can’t see things the way you do.
You always see beyond today, beyond what I would like right now.
I can’t seem to grasp your workings.
You take a thing I really want and hold it back, away from me.
I do not think I trust your ways.
In my mind I know that you are good and desire the best for me.
But in my life I can’t believe.
It will not play out practically and work out like my mind believes.
Why can’t I trust in who you are?
And trust your ways are higher, greater, deeper than all mine could be?
Oh! That I would truly feel it!
Know it deep inside my heart, hold it in my innermost being.
Though I doubt your plans for me, Lord,
You remain true to yourself: you’re good, gracious, faithful, unchanging.
I do not understand your ways.
You allow, no, command the pieces to fall the way that you want.
I can’t see things the way you do.
You always see beyond today, beyond what I would like right now.
I can’t seem to grasp your workings.
You take a thing I really want and hold it back, away from me.
I do not think I trust your ways.
In my mind I know that you are good and desire the best for me.
But in my life I can’t believe.
It will not play out practically and work out like my mind believes.
Why can’t I trust in who you are?
And trust your ways are higher, greater, deeper than all mine could be?
Oh! That I would truly feel it!
Know it deep inside my heart, hold it in my innermost being.
Though I doubt your plans for me, Lord,
You remain true to yourself: you’re good, gracious, faithful, unchanging.
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