April 23 - You Built This

With boards and nails,
With bricks and mortar
You build the edifice,
That is the life you live in;
A steady stream
Of mights and maybes,
Yes and no and compromise
Choices conspiring together to bring you
To the place where you are now.
I am, you are
What we have chosen,
But also what He has made
If we have called out
In desperation as our handiwork crumbled.

We pick the foundations
We pick the materials
We choose the architect
Ours now to build or break,
But His if we'll have it
His if we'll allow Him,
The gentle corrections that keep
The construction on course
Till at the end it is you we know
It is you o' Lord
It is you who have done it.

© 2016 by Tom King

April 22 - The Return

The Return

Your eyes are open, but they do not see.

Your ears catch the breeze, but they do not hear.

Your heart beats, your lungs fill with air,

But your mind thinks of nothing but itself.

Your eyes brighten at the vain display of princes.

Your ears tingle at the sound of empty promises.

Your hearts beat faster, you pant with excitement.

Your mind is filled with only that which satisfies its vanity.

See the signs that He is coming.

Hear the warning that time is short.

Do these things that your heart may turn to Him;

That you may breathe the air of heaven;

That you may yearn in your inmost self for His coming.

© 2016 by Tom King