I come before you now and I lay down at your feet
I come before you now with the weight of this day
I come before you now in Humble praise and joyful Adoration
I come before you now to show honor and thanksgiving

I praise you for your goodness and for another day of living
I praise you for your love and mercy brand new every sunrise
I praise you for your grace and peace that stills my restless soul
I praise you for the gifts you give and blessings from my life's role

I sit at your feet and listen to all you have to say
You walk by my side and give me the spirit to illuminate my way
I sit at the table and take in the great feast and try to go out and to share with the least

I lay down my burdens my stresses my troubles and tears
You raise me up with strength and peace give me rest and quiet my fears
I lay my heart before you bruised, broken and unclean
You lift my eyes towards Heaven and to yourself bruised and broken so I could be redeemed

I fight surrender even though surrendering is the only way to win the fight
I don't let go of the chains that bind me
When you don't let me go and I cling to the one who sets me free
I don't trust you enough to completely be open
But you can be trusted completely, trust me, I know

With all of my faults I try to run away and hide
But you love me the same and run to me to bring me by your side
How great this love that I don't deserve
It's painfully obvious how much you love us if we stop to observe!

"The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying: 'I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving kindness.'"

These words,
recorded in faithfulness
t   h  o   u   s   a   n   d   s
of years ago,
reach a hand
through time to
strike a tuning fork
against my soul,
setting praise
ringing
inside me.
I tremble with
energy
which urges me
to shout, sing, dance, cry, compose, raise my hands in the air,
or simply fall to my knees
in awe of Him;
Saviour,
Father,
Lord-

the ever-present
c
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n
d
l
e
on my darkest days-
the unfaltering needle
pointing me to
true north
when
a hundred different opinions
clamour for my ear-
the unending ocean
of grace
and forgiveness
in times when I seem to make
nothing
but wrong decisions-
the magnanimous provider
of exactly what I
need,
though I've done
nothing to deserve it.

The one and only
Lord,
who can name each
and every star,
is
somehow
also the one
who whispered "temple"
in the ear of
a hurting
and lonely girl
to remind her
that she is precious, beloved, irreplaceable, sacred, held dear, and never,
never* alone.
It is this
indescribable,
uncontainable,
amazing God
to whom I will be
grateful
for
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for loving me
with an everlasting love,
and drawing me
with His loving kindness.

Amen.

While receiving the daily alms
From houses far and near
A blind beggar walked passed
Wiping off his sweat and tear

As he neared the temple steps
To praise and thank the gods
The people laughed at him
Leashing out hurtful words

Some sitting on the steps
Taunted him of being blind
"O' blindman you can not see god"
"How will he accept your praise of kind"

"If I can't see, he who sits on the shrine"
"It's totally fine to pay my respect"
"Atleast my god can see me if I can't"
"And like you, he will never reject!"

I watched the entire scene silently,
Of the people with the same beliefs
A blind can not offer praise
Coz his doings are based on griefs

How meek and judged, the people are
Believing in everything they see
Hearing people preach of god
Forget that god resides in you and me...

©sim

After a day spent
knee deep in debt,
I retire to morning,
to bed, to basement

It's there, cotton warmth,
jersey in Summer, Summer's here
sitting with me tonight,
cross legged, near ****.

Summer is a dude, I swear to God,
I know his scent. It's like
at the store at 10 PM, it's
the putrid musk infiltrating me

through my eyes, my nose,
my tongue, my tender throat.

After a day spent
knee deep in debt,
I retire to morning,
to bed, to basement

to wait for morning
and her gentle rays
so I may rise from
my concrete tomb,

a revenant, for you,
dripping my dreams,
eaten nearly to death,
to fulfill this debt.

She was a wild fire, he was burning ice
frozen by the cold flames in her Eyes...
She was a sky, he was a cloud for the rain
always falling for her in a pleasure of pain...
She was a dream that robbed him of sleep
yet an illusive reality he couldn't grasp or keep...
a grape on a loose branch, he never stopped gaping
for he was no fox to start sourgraping...
she was a wave in an Ocean he'd never learn to surf
he was an incomplete circle, she was that better half...
She was his everything, but he said nothing
she lived gracefully, he died to say something
as she was a flying Eagle he'd never ceased to watch
and he was the same old tree hoping someday she'd perch...