Gold

My heart is pretending that this song is ending
But this poem will ne'er e'en start growing old
I waited and waited, but shouldn't have hesitated
But now is the time to be bold

Soul out of silence, heart on the mend
What used to glitter is now getting old
The time has come to no longer pretend
For not all that glitters is gold

Fall on the Floor

Wishing to cry
But I don't know why
Thousands or reasons fall on the floor

I hold it inside
With no one to confide
Don't want to be alone any more.

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.