my flesh, like the grass,
abundant in its reach, rooted in this earth.
the beauty i seek, like the flowers,
weak, so easily tossed around.
how much higher and more awe inspiring
is the Creator of these creations?
creation, made beautiful and breathed into for things holy
turned to their dangerous desires, finding temporary comfort in death.
but the Creator, being the alpha and omega
continues to show His vastness, His infinite affections.
He sent himself for His suicidal creation
for His radiance to destroy our self inflicted death.
His power taking away all power from the flesh,
like the sun’s power drying out the grass.
how truly beautiful the Creator is to sacrifice all
to deliver His beloved creation from their very own fall.
this is my formal apology,
i need to get this off my chest.
please, if just for now, don’t scoff at me.
this might be my apology
but i am apologizing for all of us.
i am apologizing for all of us
who have hurt all of you.
i am apologizing for all of us
who have smeared and degraded the truest truth.
i am apologizing to all of you here
and praying that you would see my heart for this;
because just the fact that you are here
doesn’t mean you hear.
now that i have clarified, let me speak with clarity:
we are the moon.
not the man on it, no no,
we are it.
our vessels by themselves are empty.
don’t confuse the things that help make the vessel stay alive
with the that fill the vessel
because those things that fill the vessel
give the vessel purpose.
so if we are the moon, acting as a vessel, what is our purpose?
to take what is shining down on us and to propel it into the darkness.
i would call it albedo,
that’s too earthly though.
we the moon, were made as a vessel to reflect the Son,
the giver of light and therefore life,
to point to Him as He heals all pain and strife.
and this is where we the moon ask for your forgiveness.
in our interaction to share the truth with all of you
we may have neglected to reflect the light
but instead rely on our empty vessels alone.
a new moon, shining no light in the darkness.
no truth or purpose inside, just rubbish, space junk;
full of our own arrogance, our own hatred, our own slander, our own pride, our own hypocrisy
all pointed towards all of you.
our fixation with our glory and our power has turned your eyes away from the skies.
you gave the moon a chance but when you saw no light, you saw no use.
for this i am sorry.
i am sorry for being vessels that are empty.
i apologize for being a moon that has ignored its purpose and reason for creation.
we have misrepresented the beauty of the Son,
who reigns in the sky, the set apart One.
we claim to be the moon
seeking with the light to commune.
but we so often turn from that light
and share our hope from a cold and hard heart,
one that spews forth lies and doesn’t trust.
all of this to say, don’t let the imperfect moon
kill your desire to seek the perfect Sun.
if you seek Him, you will find Him
because He is all things righteous, loving, and true.
forget the moon and look to the light source,
the Son, that’s where you will find the life force,
who will forever set your heart on a different course.
my faint heart has become stone
as i find myself looking for fulfillment in fleeting things,
instead of my worthy Savior alone.
flesh has begun to once again take root
beginning to feel suffocated,
realizing i no longer seek to further fruit.
becoming more and more frustrated with my savage human nature,
however, You stay lovingly persistent with me, continuing to nuture.
my selfishness can never surpass Your grace;
how merciful You are to shine Your magnificent light on my face.
there is nowhere i can go
where Your spirit doesn’t go with me.
from it so many blessings bestow,
my heart swells, bringing me to my knee.
it permeates where You choose it to dwell,
and every impurity does it mightily quell.
our fight against ourselves is not to be fought alone,
not when it has already been won by our almighty advocate.
You, God, dwell inside a redeemed vessel like me
and i have become a part of the body, of You, to serve Your kingdom.
all of this made possible by Your sinless son,
for when He was resurrected, our salvation begun.
You are the author and perfecter
of our faith to which we cling.
You provide Your children with all needs
because to You there is nothing we can bring.
Your love transcends each of our efforts to go astray,
giving us confidence for when You return on that beautiful day.
Your beauty is not contained to the daytime
where all is covered in light.
that’s because Your beauty sheds its own light,
even in the darkest hours of night.
the lighting shows Your power
and the thunder speaks of it,
flashes of brilliance proclaiming Your glory.
how magnificent You are;
uniquely revealing Yourself to us in each and every star.
Your love and beauty bring me to the shore
once i step into that endless ocean; i am Your’s forever more.
even at the shore there are no waves,
because Your ocean of grace is one of peace.
once i enter it i am engulfed,
Your embrace is one of great delight.
even though i continue to fall
i am still in the waters of Your forgiveness.
how radiant is my Father’s love,
a love i am constantly in awe of.
oh how tired i am Father God,
my mind cannot seem to escape my areas flawed.
often times i meditate on them day and night.
i so often try to claw my way back, me thinking i’m alone in this fight.
but how foolish are my thoughts
as i continually tighten these heart strings in knots.
let me call on You alone
let me be loud in my groan.
You already have victory over it all,
next to Your victory every sin is so small.
make me thirst for You in all things
because You can guide me through it all King of Kings.
You work in places where my faith is dim,
You will bring light to those places where darkness closes in.
why do i question you Father God in places i hurt?
for are so great Father, You created such beautiful things out of mere dirt.
only You Father God could make such beings
and still have perfect love for them even while they are fleeing.
everything created by You will sing of Your glory,
they will tell of You and Your son and Your story.
so much of creation already pours out Your speech.
everything that sings a beautiful song for You will preach.
the birds don’t just sing during the day but at night too,
because they sing of Your Gospel and blessings that are at every hour living and new.
may our lives be like the birds Father, a song to You.
may You be the only thing we ever pursue.