Trying to regain a spiritual status that doesn't exist

Man's fall is inevitable. There was the first fall of Man ages ago and Man has continually tried to build himself up again and again. Trying in a rather futile effort to regain the intimate and important position they once had in the eyes of God. We've built ourselves into great civilizations, great cultures, and even "great" governments, but not necessarily great people. Man continues to fall.

As men, we have a narrow and limited view of "success" - success being us trying to regain that coveted position of importance and responsibility. Our shortsightedness leads to a lesser us: overworked, oversexed, overchurched, you name it and we've overdone it...save actually seeking.

Seeking is too hard. Sitting and waiting is too much to ask of us. Meditation is a bunch of fluff...God's Word? "Well, I know the commandments, the Beatitudes, and I've taken notes on every sermon my politicized and self-agenda-ing pastor has ever give." What have we become men - women.

I for one am stopping. I live to please no one else - their is no position I can regain. Jesus already gave me the title of daughter, lover, and Bride. So - like a daughter, lover, and Bride, I will sit at the feet of Him whom I love and listen to His voice and take in His sweetness and be still and now that nothing of me could ever make me more in His eyes - I'm enough.

New songs...feedback is good

Hey all,
Those of you who know me...know that it's a huge step for me to say that I am beginning to explore my music again. So....I'm beginning to explore my music again. I've written some songs in the past few weeks. Please browse through. I realize that you won't get the full effect without my amazing pipes backin' it up; nonetheless, give me some opinions. Thanks.

Keeps

I might be mistaken, but I think
I just lost myself
Or perhaps I am just taken,
with you

Baby don't worry
I'm in no hurry

But, if you kiss me like that again
If you kiss me like that again
If you kiss me like that again

Baby I'm yours
Baby I'm yours
For keeps

I must confess, I ain't no
porcelain doll
Don't wear no dress, don't really
dress at all

But all that I am
I'm yours to have

If you kiss me like that again
If you kiss me like that again
If you kiss me like that again

Baby I'm yours
Baby I'm yours
For keeps

(It's a work in progress) - still want to add some stuff.....like a bridge

Darlin' Darlene

Scrawny lil' girl with her bare-toed feet
Worn out dress, she tried to keep neat
She was full of hurt inside, but nobody could see
Darlin' Darlene

Darlin' Darlene
Come & sit next to me
and tell me how you came to be
Darlin' Darlene

She grew up tall and beautiful
She got away from her daddy when she left for school
She met a boy and he loved her good
Loved his woman like a man should

Darlin' Darlene
Come & sit next to me
and tell me how you came to be
Darlin' Darlene

(That's all I got, but I'm working on more)

Aches & Pains

My body is aching. It trembles in protest to the simplest of movements.
Stubborn, it will not yield to my will. I cannot control my piece of flesh and bone and find myself more and more at its mercy. I stretch and contort - in an effort to trick my body into making me its master. In lay terms: I've thrown out my back.

But in this physical misery, which is in all honesty more frustratingly limiting than it is painful, I have observed a bit of the spiritual: the continual fight between the flesh and the spirit. Even at this moment in my life...I can see how my flesh is rejecting my spirit or even more aptly, my spirit rejecting my flesh.

Selling Out

My life has been nothing but one sell-out after another.
Settling. Being Cautious. Being Safe. Being Smart.
God never called me to be smart, cautious, safe...and he certainly never asked me to settle.
So why have I?

Just another sheep. Just another sheep for the slaughter.

Ponderings

The twelfth month soon to come and so much has changed. The earth grasps for air, tries to breathe, tries to return to it's natural way...but it cannot. We have barred it from continuing in the only way it knows and now, it rebels.

It's a very warm, sunny day in late November and I think about my children. Will they ever know the joy of a crisp morning, the tingling burn of frosty limbs...the beauty of an ice-covered tree. Will they play in snow even see their breath take form? Will they experience the innocent, wonderful intimacy of creation...that only brings one closer to God? Please. Please.

Forgive me for going against the natural order of things...forgive us for putting convenience and ease before your commands. Forgive us for trying to be God.