Summer's child

The white of a broken heart's freeze, arrived today as melted rains tease..

Winters been over so long, but memories drip from the leak of an old thaw

Why think about summer's past, when it was the frost in my heart that screamed for a love that lasts.

Maybe I need autumn, the colors of fall. These two extremes seem to contribute nothing at all.

My feet are frozen from the night's ice age, but my head refuses to turn from summer's warm gaze

I want to forget and I want to ignore, but once again its been sent from my dear Lord's shore

You say you have a season that fits, a set of eyes and custom made lips

So please take away my heart's polar caps, because I'm sick of finding direction in an old redundant map

It's strange to have hope in a hopeless situation, strange that there are such prolonged effects of this infatuation.

So hold me close and don't let go, you're in a high place and you'll keep these seasons low

Maybe you remind me so often of the cold, so I understand that your warmth never grows old.

Maybe you bring layers of snow, so grace can bundle me as I shovel through tomorrow

Thank you for keeping summer's child warm. For giving her a dress and taking away the heart she tore.

Continue to radiate down on her smile, for giving her the strength to say it's all been worthwhile.

Oh how you've blessed the choices she made, how you've used her sun's blazing rays.

And if it's okay I'll watch from afar until she sets, Jesus you'll sit with me until I find that season that doesn't exist.

A fake picture

Romans 6:4--"Therefore, we were buried with Him through baptism into death, that just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life."

Paint a picture and call it good,

Take out the thorns, rain, and dry wood

I'll paint the sky blazing red,

and forget the storm that you watched happen

My trees will all be fresh and deep green,

but i'll make sure to take the fallen ones out of the scene

I'll clean up the paint and erase my errors

No one needs to know how I came to be here

My dear Father thank you for you son!

I'll keep my picture here and hide all those skeletons.

I know you've asked for me to live free,

to break apart the bones and bury them at your feet

But I can't quite let you have these old memories,

Because sometimes you don't work, and they can be my sanctuary

I find rest living in my old ways,

And when I picture that life it eases the pain

I know you promised a life abundant and full,

and of my whole life you can take control

But please stop asking to take my past

I'll just look forward to heaven..I mean.. how long can this life last?

Oh Father you've always known

I cling to old habits despite a newness of life you've shown

This picture is fake, and those skeletons are tall

but you can help me put away them once and for all

I use up my energy, just trying to forget

the life before you i filled with regret

So take it all and take it now

Open the door and let everything out

Through your death I've been made new again,

and through your touch my past can be forgotten

Here I am a child who's stopped painting

the healing has begun and you will do the mending.