Renovate

First off let me preface that I hate, I hate, I hate going to church on Easter

While the rest of the world anticpates any form of action, you continue to violate and misinterpret the season.

While I continue to struggle with life and all its many struggles, you continue to ignore and consolidate your resources.

While many of us are just learning what it means to be human, you continue to hold standards that you cannot keep.

Yet there is one day in which you polish yourself up with a buffet that entices the ever hungry heart (penance).

While you proclaim to have a solution to all the problems and all the pain, I am left hanging by every word and promise unfulfilled.

While you brag about your ambiguous vision, we are left to fulfill the work until we can work no more.

While you continue to grow and reinvent, most will continue to be left behind.

And so on this one day you manage to let your bridges down and masquerade so you might meet your needs.

While we both miss the point about this season, He continues to lend his ever reaching arms out to us.

While we continue to take advantage of His people, He continues to have mercy upon us. (I pray)

And when we think we have got it all together, He humbles us and He motivates our hearts by His Spirit.

And that is why Easter Reigns Supreme!

There is a place that lies between who I was and whom I am becoming.

A place of pain and sorrow and  a place of joy and celebration.

Much of life has been snagged upon the cruel world, where injustice mongers and hatred reigns

The thread that holds the very fibers of my being often grow thin, unweave and lose there place

Everyday is a start of finding the seams.

Who I was, was not a bad thing. Just misinterpreted.

Lost in the translation of who I wanted to be and what was settled for

Values change in the process of popularity and recognition.

The songs I sang often rang out of tune.

The cavern was made deep, and new seams had to be found.

Whom I am becoming can only be outlined by who shapes me.

It does not make sense to most, yet I do not need approval

what sets apart the present and the past is what unites it, the scars.

Yay, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death… for thou art with me.

Finding the Seams, tracks my progress to know and be known.