Poetry

Creation
Place Your hands around mine
Shape the clay and heart alike
With our messy hands intwined
Joy we'll find
So let me be Your puppet
Teach me how to move as One
Attached by strings of trust
Filled with laughter, love, and fun

Art Prayer
As I put my hand to paper
As I let my muscles move
As I breathe in for the first notes
Or take my favorite tool
Will You meet me in this process
And show me what to do?
Meeting You is all I want
I'm really here for You

Come on in
Hesitant and a little scared
I welcome you into my deepest places
Some rooms neglected, or messy, or bare
Need airing, or purging or even replacing
One by one I take off the locks
That I so ignorantly placed for You
Please be gentle as I open up
And take the reins,
for I need Your breakthrough.

Revelation
Revelation isn't meant
to be kept in a container.
Unless we capture it to share
and see where God will take her.
How nations will unlock
a new truth from His heart
Or maybe just one broken soul
will find a missing part.