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Sanity Plan
Early in my quiet house
I creep about just like a mouse.
I rise up early for you see,
In my house it's not just me.
It's monster-Gabe and hyper Isaac,
Chatty Josh and a teen who's a wise-alec,
And then my queenie lends her noise
So though it's early, the dark brings joys.
I love the stillness and the cold
For soon my kids'll storm down bold.
And though I love them just to bits,
No peace and quiet is just the pits!
So I creep from my nice, warm, cozy bed
To sit blanketed in my chair instead.
And I sip some tea and think noise-free
And another day of sane I'll be.
This poem is printed in the book The Colors of Life (2003) p. 3
I Can Do It
July 30, 2005
When I have thoughts that are really too big for me
Where do I go, Lord, who do I see?
When I dream of a plan that is huge and obnoxious,
How do I make it mine and delicious?
When "excellent" is written all over my heart
How do I grasp it, Lord, where do I start?
Abundant life, Lord. That's what I want!
To run and not limp, through this short life jaunt.
"I can DO it!" - with you, Jesus, whatever you ask
Any job, any trial, any large or small task.
So help me squash that old snake, the father-of-lies
Because he discourages me so - or at least he sure tries!
his plan is to get me so caught up in ME
That "I can't", "it's too hard" is all that I see.
Put a stop to him, Lord, send him crashing away
Give him a kick when in YOUR presence I Stay.
Help me be more of You with Your "I make you great"
For that's just what You do when upon you I wait.
What an odd paradox that when I wait I get done
Just what you ask me, than when on my own gas I run.
Fill me today with Your words and Your thoughts
So tonight I can say, "in HIS strength I have fought."
Help me today God, in all that I do
To let all that I meet say that they have seen YOU.
Reflect out the windows of my very soul
As You perfect me Lord, and You make me whole.
"I can do it", Oh Lord, but now without help.
So keep in mind as You train me, I am just a small whelp.
Keep me on a short leash Lord, lest I stumble and fall.
In fact, if You know I can't take it, then I want none at all!
Cause' I only want Your will, Your thoughts in my head.
I want to love You only, not myself or my bread.
Oh, how I DO love You, fill me up even more
Lord, open my heart up and just start to pour! (a personal, one-man protest against satan is that in any writing I do, I refuse to capitalize his name or any pronoun associated with him, even if it comes at the start of a sentence. So although this looks like a typo above, please do not email me about it, it is my one-man refusal to give him the "respect" that a proper name should get. I hate him so much that in any way that I can thumb my nose at him, I will do it.) Name and Direction Change
August 15, 2005
I want all that you have for me
every last little bit.
Show my scardey-cat heart how
in YOUR plan I now fit.
My name has been changed
and so has my heart.
Show me how I can be yours,
Lord, where do I start?
I have nothing to give you;
I have no power on my own.
Oh, please my Lord Jesus,
make my heart Your great throne.
Live in me now-
breathe life in my soul.
Only You give me health,
only You make me whole.
I'm scared, Lord, no terrified,
but in You is no fear.
So let Your voice now be
the only one that I hear.
I give you my scared heart,
as small as it is.
Let each day that it beats,
show that for You ONLY I live.
Oh, fill me and fill me and fill me some more.
On my head, Your holy oil just pour.
Oh, God, I beg for Your project,Your will and Your call...
as I give you my heart, soul, body - my ALL.
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