Burn For You

Cause our hearts to burn
Set our souls ablaze
As we worship you
And offer up our praise
Jesus, set our lives on fire
As we linger in this place
In this secret place
Where we seek to see your face.

We want to see
Our nation set on fire
As your glory comes
And blazes through the streets,
Jesus, we want to see
Our leaders stirred to praise
And our children laughing
Safe within your arms.

So burn,
Burn within us
Set our hearts on fire
And draw us near to you

Burn,
Burn anything,
Anything that keeps us far from you
O’ Lord we want to burn for you.

May we set our eyes on heaven
May we set our eyes on you
May we cast aside the hindrances
That keep us from following through
May we walk with confidence in Christ
And the battle he has won
May we know exactly who we are
Because of Christ the risen one.

May we burn,
Burn for you
As we passionately seek your face
Be our nations saving grace
Lord, may we burn for you
As you burn for us.

Chase

I’m living in a wounded place
And tears are raining on my face
I’m looking for a safer space
Targeted by the bullets that chase

And the race is being run,
As the hunters grab their gun
I am running,
Running, praying
As the air steals from my lungs
I am staring,
Staring down the barrel of a gun

And I hear them snarling at my feet
Their growling stomachs craving meat
In desperation my heart beats
As I pray to God for their defeat

Waiting

***So my Dad, who knows very little about computers, is a genius in general because somehow he's fixed my computer so that it gets power again. Which is amazing and really cheap. (Love your creativity Dad.) It's a temporary fix but my stuff is safe again and I'm over joyed. God is very good... This is 'Waiting', one of the poems rescued by my Dad's genius. It has another half, God's half, but it's not yet complete. So yeah... Waiting.***



Waiting

Isaiah 8:17
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I will wait upon the Lord, that hides
His face from the house of Jacob,
and I will look for him.


I sit here quietly,
Waiting…

At first it seems so easy,
And I find the world around me
Is enough to breed content
As I sit,
Waiting…

But the minutes grow longer
The world shifts and changes
And I begin to wonder,
Whether you have forgotten me.
Because, I still sit,
Waiting…

I begin to move and shift,
I glance around,
At the ever moving world,
My reminder that you have not come,
Silence becomes a mocking voice,
It curses me,
As I sit,
Waiting…

When I first came here,
I was eager,
Delighted with the thought of you,
Anxious to make your acquaintance,
My thoughts towards you were happy,
They were rapturous and praised you,
They have since become sour.
I am restless, anxious,
Unhappy as I remain,
Waiting…

I can sit no longer and so I stand,
My feet are taunt,
And bitterness swells in my heart,
As I begin to pace.
Furious and confused,
I confront you in your silence.
Accusing you of indifference.
I do not understand,
Nor do I wish to consider,
The reasons for your delay.
I clench my teeth,
And I wait…

I compose in my head,
Witty remarks and bitter reproaches,
Intending to scold you
Upon your arrival.
I toy with the words,
Pondering their strength
And consider my delivery of them.
I am upset,
Hurt and offended,
No excuse can comfort me.
So I comfort myself,
And inwardly I lash out,
As I pace impatiently.
Waiting…

I drop into my chair once more
Exhausted by the emotions
Coursing through me.
And I rest my head in my hands.
I do not understand your delay,
I do not know where you are.
Confused and hurt I begin to cry,
Perhaps you do not love me as you say
Perhaps I have injured your affection
Towards me in some way.
In hopeless desperation,
I pray it is not true.
And I continue
Waiting…

***BRIEF UPDATE***

I may not be putting much poetry in here for a little while because my laptop died and is, apparently, unfixable. Well, that's not true, it's fixable if I want to pay 500 dollars to get it fixed. For that much I can buy a new laptop... But for now I'm in limbo. I'm really upset about it because all my writing is on there. The beginings of at least 5 new poems; various observations and studies; the beginnings of two screen plays; notes on the dreams and inspirations that God has been giving me concerning 'Isabel'; all of the graphics and picture editing/manipulation I've been working on for months. So basically a solid year and a half worth of work is on my computer and I can't rescue it. There's a chance that someone might be able to recover my stuff off the hard drive, so I'm holding onto that hope. But there probably isn't going to be much new in this blog until things get worked out.

Cole.