Further Still, But Growing Near

Scared, anxious, my story, here

Spoken, sung, rejection, I fear

Insecurity, envy, melancholy tears

Suppressed voice, eager ears

Surrender, trust, Oh Lord, will You steer?

Dreams, visions, Words become clear

Grace sufficient, from shadows reveal

Further still, but growing near

-BJM

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A Song For The Broken

Seasons change summer, winter

Feelings change

Joy, bitter

Heart probed to open just wide enough to fall out

Loyalty was hers

But defeated by doubt

For that bleeding heart a bandaid heals

Supernaturally mending
And counting every tear

For the body’s aching pain

There, on the other side

A warm, familiar embrace

For the silence of a shattered dream

It will sing a new tune

A courageous melody

For an outreached hand, help then holds

Love, shared grieving
Know you’re not walking alone

For a hand left empty, a knowing one covers

Always keeps

Treasure recovered

For vacant promises and washed up words

New ones spoken

Life reborn

For that heart after her will change it’s rhythm

To beat after His

Praise, your new anthem

For thoughtless intentions and change of affection 

Your change of course

A new direction

For swollen eyes of many tears

We are washed by the rain

You will be healed

For the disappointed mind and the lies of the enemy

He has greater things in store

Walk in that reality

For the film that plays over on repeat in your mind

Dwell on the good

The bad fades with time

For devastating news with no sign or warning

Remember

Joy comes in the dawn of the morning

For the questioning thoughts and wandering soul

Answers will find

Trust, trust in the Lord

For hands that crafted ornaments and figurines

Remember Jesus as carpenter

Embrace His workmanship, the Author and Perfecter of all things

-BJM

worship is freedom; worship is choice

Come sit down, close your eyes
Feel the music, sing the rhyme

Put the sheet music away, 

Clear your mind, and start to play

Play a major and then its fourth

Bring a song of praise, an anthem to the Lord

Come sit down, escape the world
Delight in the resound of a simple chord

Forget the frustration of your limited voice

Worship is freedom, worship is choice

Sing out, sing loud

Sing alone or pretend there is a crowd

Come sit down, try to hear His song

Quiet, listen, soon you'll play along

Pour out your heart, don't be afraid to feel

That's when the music starts, emotions raw and real

Let your mind wander, dare to dream

Declare your purpose, His majesty, in every punching key

-BJM