Resurrect Me (Easter Sunday Poem)

Resurrect Your Love,
Your Life in me.

From the depths of sin and shame,
From chaos and disorder,
Resurrect me.

As You rose to new life,
Death could not hold You,
So help me rise from the ashes,
The remnants of my life lived without You.

Resurrect me,
From all the things to which I run toward,
Those idols I put before You,
The life I wanted and desired,
The love I hungered or still hunger for,
Any amount of wealth or security I put before You,
All my possessions that take my eyes,
Take my thoughts from You.

Resurrect me,
When I seek to glorify myself,
Myself more than You.

Resurrect me,
From my selfish ways,
That led me far from You,
The lies that I thought were true,
The lies that kept me bound,
That kept me far from You,
My first love.

Jesus, my Lord,
Resurrect me today.

A-men

~ Daniel Brockhan

I Am Here Lord

I am here Lord. My hands are open, ready to receive Your blessing.

Long have I sought, waited, struggled.

I am here Lord.

My hands are open, waiting.

Years have I prayed, have I wept, yelled, screamed, smiled, waiting.

How much longer Lord?

I am here Lord.

My hands are open, wounded, ready to be healed.

Long have I struggled. Long have I tried.

I have the emotional scars on my heart to prove it.

Long-suffering. Perseverance. Patience.

Virtues?

They often feel more like burdens and torture chambers to my soul.

I am here Lord.

My hands are open, open every morning, day, and night.

Over and over. Repeatedly, So Long.

Time moves on, past me, leaving me behind.

Are you ahead of me? Behind me? With me?

Still I am here Lord.

My hands are open, my arms out-stretched,

Though weary and tired, still I seek.

Temptations and trials, they do come my way.

My flesh yells at me constantly to detour, to turn away from Your path.

Satan and his demons whisper my name,

And speak to the desires I despise.

Though they pull at my arms, my hands, my heart...

Still Lord, my hands are open.

My arms lift high Your name. You are worthy of my praise.

My hands are open, ready to receive.

How long to have patience?

How long until You answer me to this question, this query?

Your name be praised though, not my own.

Your desires unfold, mine take a side-seat.

Still, my arms are open, ready to receive.

~ Daniel Brockhan

12/03/2014

Where This Journey Goes

Where this Journey goes,
Where it leads,
I do not know.

For all the plans I try to make,
People I meet,
So much uncertainty.

Who will come into my life?
Who will I meet that will stay?
Who will I meet that will go away?

Only time will tell.

Will I be who I am?
How much will I change?
How much will I stay the same?

Will I become more at peace?
More confused?
Or somewhere in-between?

What new challenges will I face?
Where will I be in the future?
A Spouse? Have Kids? A Family?

What books will I read?
What new stories will I tell?
Will my laugh still be the same?

Will I ever see a clear path?
Will I mature enough to let things be?
Can I leave such worries in Your out-stretched hands?

Will my faith grow to move mountains?
Will I mature in ways I cannot comprehend?
Will I overcome many of my fleshly ways?

Will I stand up for myself?
Will I stand up for others?
Will I learn to live... and not to be afraid?

Why not start right now?

Where this Journey goes,
Where it leads,
Still for now I do not know.

But not knowing means faith,
Not knowing means trust,
Not knowing means growth.

And in Your arms Lord,
I think I'll be ok.

~ Daniel Brockhan

Things Left Unsaid

You drew a picture, Onto my heart,
Right onto my heart for a moment.
I spoke your sweet name, I got to know you,
I saw your kind heart for a moment.

Things left unsaid, things left behind,

Thoughts and Feelings inside I had to hide.

The truth was strong, My Feelings Deep,

The journey so hard and long sometimes I had to weep.

You were a sweet song, A Loving Melody,
We were in tune for a moment.
A choir Sang, Angels were heard on high,
They spoke your name for a moment.

Things left unsaid, Things left behind,

Thoughts and Feelings inside I couldn't hide.

I told the truth, I took a risk,

All for maybe just one kiss.

You walked away from, From my heart,
I hope only for a moment.
The picture fades, The song then ceased,
Still I got to know you for a moment.

Things left Unsaid, Left you behind,

Had to go away and heal myself inside.

My feelings deep, Those thoughts of you,

Now becoming old what once was so new.

Things left unsaid, Now in the void,
Another time, another one, Empty affections to leave behind.
But hope remains, There's always new,
New pictures and songs to paint with someone new.

You drew a picture, Onto my heart,

Right onto my heart for a moment.

I spoke your sweet name, I got to know you,

I saw your kind heart for a moment.

~ Daniel Brockhan