Painting from the Heart

The love from my lips,
starts to paint a picture
unknown to the world of those perceiving,
and left to those to feel the colors with their heart.
How is one to capture the thoughts,
as the heart walks blindly in emotions?
Gripped with fear of past happenings,
it can only spill and throw paint
at the mirror it stands before,
in the hopes to smear and blend colors
to disrupt the image that may shine back into its eyes.

Go ahead,
pull the shades over the windows,
block out the light that wishes to peer inside to your house.
But the longing within you,
wishes to feel the wonders of laughter,
and to see the color of love.
So do not stand long,
nor ponder on those standing still,
all around you will come and go.
Learn to stretch what is before you,
as single stroke can bring the life to the portrait.

Psalm 2

How am I suppose to feel?
I come to rest with you but this question still remains.
Am I suppose to mourn as I see into a possible destruction?
This spirit that wanders within the house torments me,
as it consumes those I love.
When will they truly give themselves up to you?
When will they surrender their hearts to your ways?
I long to see them healed as I feel the tension and pain in their souls.
They have grown up in a pattern of slow destruction,
reaping in the lies they have sown.

Lord, come rescue our hearts!
You alone are always good and love us truly.
You are my roots and I have grown to love you,
you remain faithful and holy with justice,
I will praise you, for you are worthy of praise.
My heart will turn to joy from the manifest of your glory
and rest will find my weariness
as the promise is fulfilled.

Tired of being exhausted...

I'm extremely, flat out drained of almost all energy. How my mind manages to compose complete sentences, I don't even know nor would I want to try...

Anyways, I went on a trip to Portland and haven't fully recovered. To make a story short, it was pretty enjoyable despite all of the driving. I went with my father and we ended up going to the waterfalls in Oregon, you've probably seen pictures of them. Including the ticket but not food, the trip probably cost me about $250-300...a chunk of change there but it's just money.

Tomorrow, possibly in the morning, I'll write a more poetic blog or my more interesting writing styles. I'm just too tired right now...

When you read this, definitely pray for me. I'm mentally and physically exhausted, and if it weren't for my faith and Jesus, I'm positive things would be worse...especially for a friend of mine