*For You

I want to write for you alone,
With your knowledge
I’d like to speak
But sometimes it seems
Like you don’t care
Don’t even see me standing here.
I want to sing of your glory
I want to proclaim your will
Use me, O Lord,
Write through me, Lord
And use my voice.
Let me proclaim your will Lord
Let me sing of your glory
Lord I want to dance
In joy for you
I want to wave flags
And shout out to the world
Of your goodness
I want to reach the lost
I want to help gather your flock
Lord please,
Use me.

*Three

Three crosses stand upon a hill,
Three men hand upon them
Three nails hold each one in place
While the crowd below does cheer them.
Three men in the garden waited,
Three and twenty seven betrayed them
Three times a cock crowed in the dawn.
As Peter fell below them.
Three were sent from Eden
Three days spent in a tomb
Three complete the Trinity
And three make up this poem.

*Face (Not really a poem...)

I am a person without a face.
A black hole exposed to the world.
Who I am is stuffed inside.
What I feel.
What I think.
What I know and believe
Is all found in my faceless head.
Those who see me stare in awe.
Who and what is she?
Why is there no face to place our judgements upon?
In my shame, under scrutiny of the eyes I began to build.
Cheek bones, nose, mouth, eyes.
Muscles and flesh inter-twining to cover my open hole.
I have become unrecognizable to me, I have a face.
Just another person with a carefully crafted mask.
People who see me no longer cringe
For I am hidden deep within.
My tears never fall from public eyes.
My voice never screams from my tightly closed throat
For I am no longer myself.
Another person,
A me I don’t know nods in agreement as a flower inside the wind.
Who am I?
I am no longer me. I am changed for the worse.
I am my face.

*Song

A song,
Is just the words
Of our heart
Being set free.

* With Heartfelt Heaviness

Hope seemed so far away
My mind astir
With thoughts of why you
Have brought me to this place.
This place of heaviness and discouragment
I’ve tried my best
To hold my head up
But sin is drowning me
Just like water in a desert
I need a Saviour to rain on me
I need someone to raise me up
And take away my shame
Why did it have to be you?
Why did such a pure spotless lamb
Have to die for me?
Why did you care
Even after I rejected him?
This I cried with heartfelt heaviness
And he replied,
“Because I love you.”

Old Poems

Lately, and by lately I mean the past 5-6 months, I have been going through all of my possessions. As a result I have thrown away huge bags full of things I was keeping simply because I had at one point in time had a kind of emotional attachment to them. A part of this great massacre of clutter were my papers. I had papers with writing and ideas on them from when I first started to write in the fourth grade. That’s a lot of paper and I’m sure you can imagine the way my room looked coated in all those papers. Well, I am currently coming through one more round of ’weeding’ and I have one more large garbage bag full of papers I have decided to part with. And I’ve found treasures that I desire to keep, such as the poems I am typing out now to post in my blog, which I have progressively wrote over the years.
Anyways, keeping them here is easier than keeping the paper copy.

Love Always,
Cole.

Note all poems with an * beside the title are from years gone by.
Example: *With Heartfelt Heaviness.

Warrior Children

Wrote on July 7, 07

Your heart is deeper than the ocean
And wider than the big blue sky
Your mercy abounds in great measure
Your justice is fair
Your throbbing heart shakes the heavens
It’s pulsing thunders over the earth
Exploding with passion it shakes
It quakes and it desires
Depth of love
Depth of grace
Soothing fears
Washing tears
Purity lingers within every corner
You are a God of absolutes
Absolute truth
Absolute justice
Absolute love
Absolute grace
Absolute redemption
And you are seeking a people
A people who will revel in the beauty of your heart
Who would hold your banner high
And not be ashamed
Who would raise their voices in worship
And not be ashamed
Who would raise their voices in worship
Who would give their lives as praise
Poured out on your love alter
A resurrected warrior people
Whose swords glisten under the Son
Whose eyes demand justice
As they stand firm
As they rout out their enemies
Tearing down and building up strongholds
They scream their battle cry
And the ungodly fear and respect them
They scream their warrior song
And the Almighty protects them
They are warriors drenched in cleansing blood.
And their heart beats in time with the Father’s
Their blood pulses, pushes,
Bursts forth within their veins
Duplicating the Fathers passion
They are one with him
His feet through the nations
His purposed hands through out the earth
They hear his softest whisper
They fear his warrior shout
With reverent fear they enter battle
His authority backs them up
They are his own
Warrior children
Of a Warrior God.