Power in Confession

You know when you reach those points in life where nothing in the good world interests you anymore?
You know how you use to get so excited about everything and spread yourself real thin?
And then someone labels what you're currently going through as... Depression?


I guess I did credit yesterday too much with the thoughts made at present
Like bitter tasting moments were all there is and I won't live long enough to regret it!

I heard long ago that heaven graced the simple songs chanted by the old and down casted and humility cloaked them with wisdom and contentment...

But...

I'm all about being 'right' AND 'justified'!
And I don't mean by the faith that restores me but the pride that distorts me!
It's like.. I'm looking out a window that is never clean.
And beyond that?
Is fog which makes all things.. unseen.

We're all just learning to mumble and speak and dare tailor responses fit for a King
And find empty mouths full of songs to sing!

Confession.

What if your mind has been tired a LONG time
And your heart searches for poetry but is never satisfied?

Because you felt for the whole world.. but never saved it.

Then spiralled into a year where you stopped and face it.
Figured out where your trust was and why you misplaced it,
Disgraced it and sat with the absence of it
In the presence of darkness.


But the power of Christ stayed with me even in this thoughtless capacity
Where every limb was exhausted from the beatings it'd taken

Look at what He awakened!
And the things He brings life from!

Little people with minor movements but sounding on loud drums that amplify the testimony of things to come!

Numb and used bodies finding feeling and healing!

And quiet voices learning to sing like a Gospel choir
Taking the good news to those who acquire
A better taste for the delicacies that surround them!

Aiding closeness with the Lord who hastily draws near to those who draw near to Him!

To our amazement, He will show us even more and far greater than we chose to see without His Holy Spirit.

He is like a fierce Wind.
That channels towards our dependencies from the deepest parts of Himself.

He takes depression and holds it,
Exposes it and meets us there
Amidst the most silencing despair,
Expressing His concern and promises.


There will be a day with no more pain.
There will be a day we hear the vastness in His name.
I live in the day where the faithless find faith.
There will be a day our tone-deaf spirits will sing angelic praise.

And maybe the days we're looking for are closer than we think!
Maybe they're the very at hand?
We're all here for the blink of an eye,
Mere vapours IN the passing Wind.

Taking in moments of forgiveness,
love
and freedom that could never be second-hand.

Yea, maybe we're on a journey
But we're on it together.

Just learning to HEAR the speech and responses of a King as He makes known to us
And restores all things.



Tell me nothing in the good world interests you anymore.

I could no longer tell you the same.