One life, one hope.

One life without end due to the life He gave.
I’m scared to die, to close my eyes, to see what waits for me.
Holding on to hope through promises He made.
To grasp upon His reality a struggle for a feeble mortal mind.
I did nothing to live, I will do nothing to die. He gave and He will take.
At His call I will go when and where I go.
Grasping on to everything, I hold on to nothing, but letting go of all allows me to receive.
A disconnect I battle between heart and mind. My wounds have scarred my feelings.
Let me feel again, let my emotions bleed again.
Love and loss, joy and pain dance a dance through memory.
A past has molded and shaped, a God has directed and led and here I stand.
I have learned a wisdom beyond human ability, for a new Spirit dwells with me.
I see now my God, my Comforter.
Into the mirror I see what I am and through your Word I fall in worship.
You alone be praised, you alone be lifted up.
I bow, I give up, I follow.
Go before me, lead.
Your will be done, your life dwell in me for you alone are God.
So though I fear the end I also long for the beginning that comes when hope turns to reality.
One life without end due to the life He gave. – Bob

From A Vessel

From A Vessel….

Set me on the shelf, but never let me go;
A finished mended vessel filled with inner glow;
Of this earth and soil came,
Clay to form a jar;
Spoiled by the elements my walls began to scar;
Crack by crack my wear displayed spoiling my beauty,
Little did I realize I saw not how you see;
For what I took as perfect form,
You longed for me to not conform,
To what degrades and what destroys,
Filled with earthly fleeting toys,
But in your hands if I would fall,
Heeding to your Potter’s call,
A mending love through sacrifice,
Provides for me to be formed twice,
Born a new upon your wheel,
In your hands I learn to heal;
The jar that was it is no more,
A Spirit now deep in my core has given me a new design,
A call, a cry, a mighty sign;
To all the hurting, cracked, and scarred,
Jars of earth who find it hard to bear the weight of life and death,
Fall to him who gave you breath;
For on his wheel you must be made in image of a Son that laid and rose again in victory,
All for Him and His glory.
Set me on the shelf, but never let me go;
A finished mended vessel filled with inner glow.