Lord’s Day

 Sunday

The Lord’s Day

I’m up

And ready

To Praise 

You 

Season

 In the 

Season of 

Not knowing

And it is

A season

Far longer than

I’d like to

Admit

I’m tired

Yet trying

To trust

What can’t

Be understood

the path

 Renew me

Like a mountain spring

That flows from

Your voice

To move

And sprout forward

Going into

The next

With hope

Even if

It’s on

An uneven path

Good morning

 Good morning

Dear ones

Praying the 

Heaviness

And anxiety

Leaves my

Heart this morning 

Country days

 Grounded in

Green grass

The birds

Chirping

The rooster

Crowing

And the sun

Drying

The clothes

On the line

Surrender

 Surrender

Sounds

So simple

Yet execution

Is so hard

To do

Right now

Confessional

 Coming here daily

Sometimes feels

Like pulling teeth

Or sitting in confession

I’m not equipped

To understand 

Either emotion

Right now

Right now

It takes

Energy

To put

One foot

In front of 

The other