Slow to Wake

The old man is dead
But hearts are slow to find this
Reaching now for hope.

A Small Change

In your mornings
Within the clouded haze
A single change may happen
While you sip your coffee.

The little things are precious
But often hard to see
I will pray for open eyes.

The Holy Spirit of God
Speaks not his own words,
but declares another’s
and makes Jesus known.

And Jesus said,
“if you love me,
you will obey my commands…”

Yet I think my identity is more important
And want to put it first
as if…

But then,
as it turns out,
my identity is in Him
after all.

I have poured
the water down
into the cup
that I have known.

I have cried
with tears untold
as the water
slipped on by.

Through the cracks
I watched it go
repeated scene
my dreams to throw.

And now I come
to you at last
as at the first
that I had lost.

Fill my cup
Yourself now told
and let me see
your glory.