The LORD merely spoke, and the heavens were created. He breathed the word, and all the stars were born. (Psalm 33:6)
Intrinsically we are all made to worship— whether or not we’re even aware. The very melody that flows from our hearts paves the way for it, seeking the Truth that we have known all along . Perhaps it isn’t until God provides the right prayer, moment, or lyrics do we dare to look where that melody is coming from. It’s always so amazing to hear a song or read a book that my soul was proclaiming long before I’d even known it existed. I suppose He’s always known where to reach me.
~God bless you all! <3
Religion is a breeding ground
Where the Devil’s work is deeply found,
With teeth as sharp as cathedral spires,
Slowly sinking in.
God knows that I’ve been naive
But I think it makes him proud of me.
Now it’s so hard to separate
My disappointments from his name.
Because shadows stretch behind the truth,
Where stained glass offers broken clues
And fear ties knots and pulls them tight.
It leaves us paralyzed.
But in the end such tired words will rest.
The truth will reroute the narrow things they’ve said.
The marionette strings will lower and untie
And out of the ashes, love will be realized.
God knows that we’ve been naive
And a bit nearsighted to say the least.
It’s broken glass at children’s feet
That gets swept aside unexpectedly