The Law of the Lord

Some great wisdom to start your day!

Come Awake

Have you ever come across a “Stop If Possible” sign?  When a city traffic department determines that a stop sign in a certain location is best for public safety, people don’t criticize their decision as unfair. The masses don’t start writing letters to their leaders demanding their freedom to stop only when it’s convenient for them.

When a person has diabetes and their doctor puts them a strict diet and recommends exercise, do we get upset with the doctor for being insensitive? Or do we thank him for caring about the health of the patient?

If a math teacher spends time with a student who believes that 2+2=5 to explain to them why it equals 4, don’t we appreciate the teacher for teaching the student how to add properly? Would we consider this teacher to be intolerant?

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Lonely Star part 2

Dear Lonely Star,
The night has grown dark once more,
And despite my many travels,
You yet remain so distant.
I stay; reminiscent of my window sill
When you stood radiant,
Blushing well amidst the display that surrounded you.
As if you were the moon,
You reflected the light of the Son so beautifully,
Polished by the black cloth of the sky.

Tonight, somehow… it’s different.
I could have seen clearly the stark contrast before;
A gloomy field of darkness in which you grazed,
Or rather, in which you were grazed,
But now, vision is obscured by a haze that has crept in.
Threatening to put my hopes in a coffin of seeing you once more.
But yet you gleam on the horizon,
Beaming your innocent rays for many a dull heart around you;
I pray that that light never be extinguished.

It almost feels as if your star has just about made its nest in the mountains beyond,
No longer to be seen  by this side of the world for the night;
Perhaps ever, but Who knows.
I thought it fitting to say at least one last thing,
A few words before you go:

Perhaps you are not a lonely star anymore.
I see many a light that has kindled around you,
And I know that it was due to encouragement of your brilliance.
Still, they cannot shine like you do, for no one can.
Only you can shine, so as to fulfil the purpose for which you burst into being.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who noticed you.
Perhaps one who doesn’t have to reach for the stars to get to you.
Never let anyone, or anything, stop your shine.
A star is who you are; you can’t help it.
You were set apart, high above the clouds,
And I may have a slight idea of how you got there,
But truly only you and God Himself could understand.
I’ve had the privilege of seeing you within my night sky for quite some time,
And your light has been a blessing to me.
Maybe I miss that a little.
But I know that if beyond the mountains is truly where you go,
That it is where you are meant to be.
Stop being so afraid, Lonely Star.
Go forth and make Him proud.
With every move you make, and every time that night falls
And you show up over this lovely planet,
That you so shine, that they will see you,
And glorify Him.
Just looking at you,
I know you will be great if you let Him use you.
So let go of your own darkness,
And step into His marvellous light.

Whether this be goodbye, to a dawn of new beginnings,
Or a curious twilight, eclipsing the sun for you shine a bit longer,
I truly do not know.
Reaching for the stars truly does make your arms tired,
But until i do know,
My hands will continue to be uplifted;
Not simply in want,
But in praise for what lies before my very window sill.

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Forgotten

Spiders do not make good company
But I find myself nestled in their webs
Driven to them through the ebb and flow
Of the perceived negligence shown
By many I call friend.
It was hard to acquiesce
The finesse at which the culmination
Of circumstance, whim and disposition
Amassed this nation of a notion
That to them, memory of me
Is fragmented at best.
I heave my chest
To keep abreast with
the dress I tailored to suit the ties
They have to me
Not forsaking their friendship
But longing to forsake this insecurity
That outside my own conscience,
I exist.
I crave that some value persists
And is not lost to some truncation
That I made in error
Not that i’d remain forever
But that the aggregate of me
Would find shelter in the heart
And minds of those whom I consider precious;
To be remembered.
And not for this memory to be read only
But randomly accessed through any
Random process that outputs something along the lines of
“Hey, I thought about you today”
Or, “Hi! is everything okay?”
not that I’ve won their heart
And certainly not that to them I amount to zero,
But just that i’d be remembered a little bit.

To Call You Father

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A Soul's Walk

My head aches and splits
The heart would fin’lly speak
But how do I pray, “Father”…?

To see as Lord in guts and grime
And like some stoic yield my fate
This my head can claim in tears.

But heart cries deep a simple truth
And wars with head who cannot see
And blinding fear thrusts daggers both.

You made the world and that takes might
You came down low and that takes heart
To see these both takes quite a faith.

My heart in pain and with much fear
Speaks a language far from me
Unreconciled I stagger, fall.

I do not know the words to loose
Whispered from the splintered earth
Yet you would teach me, ” Father.”

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