Sunken Pits

Sunken pits in a vast wasteland

Designed to trap and maim

Mists of fog hang like a veil

All you can see is the next few metres

 

You climb out of one but fall into another

Again and again the pattern repeats

You are trapped in this cycle

Traversing this dead land alone

 

In every pit you fall comes the agonising choice

As your face lies in the dust

The silence screaming in your ear

Do you get up, do you try again?

Can you face the pain of the climb once again?

 

If the mist would rise

And your line of vision became unhindered

You would see the beautiful landscape ahead

You would see that this wasteland is finite

 

You are walking again but you are terrified

You walk in a shuffle

Your heart in your mouth with every step

If only there was a light to show you the way

 

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.” Psalm 119:105

Secrets

We hide them away

In the recesses of our heart

Out of sight

Out of mind

 

But we don’t realise

That in the darkness they grow

Grow to dominate our thinking

And shape our identity

 

They bubble to the surface

In any moment of weakness

We try to keep them submerged

But their ripples distort everything we see

 

Let go

Of the need to hide

Of the fear of rejection

Take back control of your life

 

We let go

And the wounds of our past

Heal up into scars

And we can move on

Journal

Looking back in my journal

I see the goodness of God

 

I see desperate prayers

About who I am, about my situation

Answered a few pages later

 

I see that God has been speaking to me

That there is a theme to His messages

My doubts of hearing from Him are totally unfounded

 

I see my current emotions

Written in the pages before

And I am comforted that I can go through this again

 

My despondency lifts

My weariness vanishes

My sleeping faith awakes

And my dying joy is resurrected

Dry Wells

Dry wells

In the depths of our hearts

A deep ache of emptiness

Where life should flow

 

We’ve filled them up with dirt

Clogged them up with sin

And the dryness has taken hold

The clay and the stone have begun to crack

 

You come and dig a new well

In the desert of my heart

Salvation marks a new beginning

You take me from death to life

 

Joy bursts out like a fountain

Peace sprinkles our faces like a spray of fresh water

Gentleness washes over us like a soothing stream

 

Faithfulness gives us a reliable source to depend on

Hope causes long dead flowers to bloom again

Love quenches our deep thirst

 

You can’t stop up this well

You can’t exhaust its supply

Take as much as you need

You never have to feel dry again

 

“Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” John 7:38 (NIV)

Mountain Spring

You are the God who brings life

Your eternal hope sustains me

It is a fresh water spring

Gushing forth, fresh and clear

From deep within the mountain’s heart

 

It flows down the slopes

Its intricate tributaries

Nourishing every inch of my soul

Keeping me going when life becomes stale

 

It winds down into a roaring river

And masses as an endless sea

There’s no vessel on this earth

That can contain it

 

When I draw near to You

Sparks of life ignite in me

Situations that looked dead and hopeless

Suddenly are reinvigorated

Your hope never disappoints me

Foundations

The wind blew
And I wobbled
The ground on which I stood
On which I trusted
Cracked
Showed its true nature
Showed I couldn’t rely on it
Deserted me when I needed help

The structures that we build
To give us security
To place our hope in
Don’t we realise?
Don’t we know?
That they can never be enough

Washed out
My house collapsed
I crawled on my hands and knees to Him
To my God
To the One I should have always trusted

I set my foundations
On the rock of His Word
And I found strength
Far beyond my own
The howling of the wind
No longer fills me with fear
I know I am secure

“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock.” Matthew 7:24 (NIV)