Edge of Gold

I opened up my bible after
Far too long had long since past
And came to quickly realize
That a soul can quickly rust

Protect your soul from collecting dust
Prayer is like an edge of gold
In God place your deepest trust
So your faith will n'er grow old.

Is it wrong to think you're beautiful?
Is it wrong to feel your pull?
Is it wrong to want to be your friend?
Is it wrong to love your soul?

Logic leave us

I've been thinking a lot about what i want to do with the rest of my life. More precisely, I've been trying to sort out what to major in in college. The top majors on my list are all technical ones. God has given me a brilliant mind. He has also given me the heart to see beauty and love. Sometimes, though, I feel like Spock. Love and Logic clash. Input not found. Love is not logical, but love is real. It is not a reasoned dissertation that moves the soul, but love. What amazes me is that I can see the beauty in logic. This is my gift. The most intricate theories of mathematics are beautiful. Math is beautiful. But now read this poem (which is still a work in progress). Don't read it in silence. Read it aloud. Hear it. Feel it. Taste both it's structure and beauty.

Logic leave us, let us love.
Facts and figures fail to feel
After all falls from above
Love is left, alone is real.

But beauty flows from out the mind
Intangible touches to the soul
Makes a man a man of kind
Holds the heart, makes it whole

A friendship based in beauty and fact
Love meets Logic hand in hand
Never did such strange attract
Free to fly, never to land.

Merry Christmas!

Great is Thy Faithfulness

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;
As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.

Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!

Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

-Thomas Chisholm

waiting

Waiting on the edge, on the brink
Trying just to love, feel, and think
Wondering if impending change
Will lead to great joy or incredible danger?

Mind in a muddle, don't know what to think
Feelings all but shattered, scattered, covered thick in dust
Knowing never calms, when all could change within an eyelid's blink
Or when iron changes faster, turning into rust.

So, calm my soul, dear Lord of Light
And lean me on your vast understanding
Hear my heart, take away all my fright

And whisper of comfort and Love everlasting

The Lord is my shepherd and I am his sheep.
He calms my soul whenever I weep.
He makes me strong when I am most weak

God is good.

Fire

Just like pride, summer comes
Right before the fall
Then it ends, goodbye to friends
Work and school then call

But every season in its time
Comes as God wills it along
Another verse, a harmony
In heaven's symphonic song

That's when nature comes alive
Beautiful visions never tire
Colors man can't comprehend
The trees all
Are on fire

At the end

And
At the end
We lie on our beds in the dark
Gazing towards the heavens
Thinking aloud in silence

It is then we realize infinity is naught
and God is real

Our souls pour out to the darkness
To the Light

We pray

To the one who Loves us
We give love
Worship and Praise
Ask forgiveness and try to make sense of the world
We talk to our father

Conscious fades and we are transported
To a world of dreams
Where we taste Heaven
And Hell

We are shaped every night
By our time with God

We are His image
Angels know not

And
At the end
We lie on our beds in the dark
Gazing towards the heavens
Thinking aloud in silence