M A R A N A T H A †μαρὰν ἀθά
He watches her
And she can feel his love beaming
He is calmed by her every move
She speaks and he listens
His heart is caught up in her soul
No matter the space or days passed between
True love always comes back
Home is where your heart returns.
From heart to words I hit the page; Slamming down my pain.
I hear a voice that calls to me; Drawing tears, from the deep well of my soul.
But it’s not a voice, more of a persistent tug on my spirit, That is my God. I feel you.
Down in my being, I am full of laughter, smiles, and joy; I am forgiving and gentle.
But now, only anguish seems to be pulling at me from below, I force my eyes upward, to love.
I am stumbling in both directions, up and down. I want to feel stable and safe.
I yearn for the wildness of God to surround. Protect me, know me, love me; and He does.
As she walks, her life sheds love and grace
Not without pain, or sin, she is not perfect
But her blessing is known, by those who notice
Walk through thorns, and blood is drawn
Briars lead, to the sweetness of beauty
Halfway to heaven, yet hell all around
Her course of life is etched, in eternity
Choices and intentions, are all that remain
Believe in love, and you will surely feel
There is light, and shadow, but light remains
Cling to the strength, of love and truth
No matter the struggle, heaven wins
Desire. Fantasy. Reality. Struggle. God loves you.
These are truths I know. And love is true.
I learned that life, is not what it seems
Reality is not what you see, you have to listen
Think from your heart, let your spirit soar
Inhale deeply and let yourself go, step forward
Faith can be strengthening and daunting
I will cling to my truths, AND YOU.
You scream at the sins but don’t fight for what‘s missing
Crying for love and yet you were not listening
Back into darkness, I find my own way
I want to be good, I kneel down and pray
You blame the wine, the sex, or the drug
When really, it’s all just a hole and a plug
A missing piece of me, gaping and empty
Longing for something, to feel like its plenty
Sensational actions,and life without censor
Our hearts were created, for love and adventure
True love can fill you, God’s love is enough
If only be still, without proving you’re tough
Life without boundaries, without drawing the lines
Plumbing against evil, touch thorns on the vines
Eyes open to light, to grace and forgiveness
Arms open wide, if you trust God within this
He’ll show you your faith, will bring plenty of bliss
To drink living water, your thirst will be quenched
And the place that was empty, will truly be drenched.
