Need

In opposition to love, I, was vocal of this among whose company I kept.

I believed love to be impatient, angry, unmerciful, and lacking in grace.

I knew love to be selfish, prideful, and rude.

This is the love that for me was portrayed.

My heart told me this love, was wrong, though my mind told me this love was right.

As a result of this so-called love, I lived, not knowing my need for a Savior.

Not much time had passed before I had found that this love was not worth pursuing.

After many years of trying and failing to follow the rules, I, was weary of much condemnation.

Thus, I decided to throw in the towel.

I figured, if I was unable to make the cut, then, I would chase the opposite of love for my fulfillment.

I found no fullfillment, and grew a bitterness toward love.

I didn't believe of its existence.

I had never seen it, whether it was before my eyes or not.

So, I lived, in greater need of a Savior.

Taboo, or what I believed to be taboo, maybe, this is where satisfaction and fulfillment hide?

At first, it was exciting, though always shameful.

The moment of pleasure, addicting, yet, unfulfilling.

Days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years, and my heart had become more calloused.

Life without purpose, was too much to bear.

If taboo brought a thousand times more heartache than pleasure, where did this satisfaction hide?

Still aimless, in need of a Savior.

Deeper and deeper, the trench I dug, not knowing I was nearing the bottom.

Living carelessly, emptier, and emptier was my fill, depressed, and suicidal.

Trying to decide what would cause the least pain, my heart had suffered enough.

"I can't! No! There has got to more than this life!!"

With nowhere else to turn, "God, if you are real, I'm desperate.", still not understanding my need for a Savior.

"There is more!" he said. "Your heart has always wanted it, but your flesh has kept you from it."

He said, He was love, and love is true fulfillment.

He said, He was waiting for me, and the truth was always set before my eyes.

He was not mad at me, but He cried on my behalf, because I didn't know His grace, nor His mercy, His love all encompassing.

"I didn't know You were gentle and selfless, Your kindness now so clear!

You're willing to forgive and look past all I've done?

Love and fulfillment, they do exist!

I admit my need for a Savior.

This Savior, He came, fully God and man, lived the life that I could not.

To satisfy my greatest need, and make a way where there was none.

He is perfect, but He was beaten.

He is Life, but He, was murdered.

We only know of bondage until we experience freedom, and mine were empty pursuits.

No longer empty pursuits for fulfillment, for freedom, I have found.

There is no meaning outside of Him, He, is the embodiment of love.

Of His name, I have to tell, for empty pursuits still entangle others.

If I spoke no other words, "This Jesus, The Christ, He was born because of my need for a Savior."

If nothing else my tongue could tell, "Jesus, Immanuel, Love, was born, because of our need for a Savior."

-daneK

Dreamer

This resides within us all,

A belief, that, more is there.

Looking at the skies so tall,

Now viewing, our tools we wear.

See it all, yet don't understand.

Within us grows this fire,

And unable to comprehend,

Still yet this great desire.

We send men into places,

Those where we long to be.

Hoping they will find traces

Of things we can barely see.

Stars, they are innumerable.

Galaxies, we're unaware.

Our knowledge is comparable

To only what we can share.

For knowing we are greedy.

Our rockets they have blown.

Of understanding, we are needy,

Little our tools have shown.

Watching what we can only dream,

Technology with a blast.

Imagining is our scheme,

In attempts to forget our past.

There has got to be something,

Greater than what we see here.

And these hopes are not soothing,

Unsatisfied, the dreamer.

Too much for us to explore,

We are not given the time.

Whole lives to sit and wonder,

Regards to this reason and rhyme.

Lives end before we gather,

That which does not satisfy.

Only if we would rather,

Our lives, them, to glorify.

Creation that we wonder,

Its existence we can enjoy.

Consider the Creator,

His dialogue, may we employ.

His words - New expedition.

This challenge, just as vast.

This brings to us contrition,

Thus, sorrow on Him, we cast.

Our journey still similar.

Now knowledge a posession.

Though we don't see from afar,

This sight a slow progression.

Maker of stars, and heavens

Bringing healing to our scars.

Removing all that leavens,

Including our sin, that tars.

Desire that brought us here,

It resides within us all.

With knowledge, we need not fear,

Our desire, it is a call.

Our tools were never needed.

The fire, finally quenched.

Of knowledge that we pleaded,

Understanding that we wrenched.

With Him we'll be forever.

For exploring we have time.

The love of our Creator,

Exceeding what this may chime.

-daneK



All of Time

After I beckoned her name, 

Slowly, she stood to her feet.

With and elderly man with her, 

He kissed her tender and sweet.

Her given name is Maggie, 

She says she is eighty-one.

And her male friend is Norman, 

He himself, looked ninety-one.

He said, "Goodbye, I'll wait here."

We talked about her shoulder, 

I asked, "What caused the pain?"

She said, "Just getting older."

I explained the test to her,

And how needles have some risks.

She was not at all concerned.

"With six kids, I've had some pricks."

Time for the test now arrived.

We conversed while we walked.

"Six kids, how many have they?"

I listened as she talked.

"Fourteen, and they have kids too!

Seventeen, and they have five more.

Our home every holiday,

Is full, and never a bore!"

"The man at the front," I asked

"Is your husband, I presume."

Instantly, her face lit up,

Though it was not full of gloom.

"How long have you been married?"

"Twenty, when we said 'I do'.

Sixty-one years we've now been,

This year will be sixty-two."

"Incredible! Cheers! Congrats!

Do you have any advice?"

"You have to choose to love them.

Make your spouse, primary vice."

Her wise words did continue,

"Though, sometimes it will be tough.

Sixty-one years nor lifetime,

For me, could ever be enough!"

daneK

The Cross

One afternoon, I had a dream,

Laid looking toward the sky.

There stood a pillar and cross-beam,

When said the Lord Most High,

"There are only two ways,

As sure as the bird does fly."

Listening my eyes did gaze,

At the shadow and lack thereof.

On the beam there was no haze,

Half was white, like as a dove.

The other grey and loaded down.

Continuing to gaze above,

My eyes as they began to drown

I likened to the side of grey.

A heavy load it was my crown.

Broken when I heard Him say,

"Your crown, long ago was carried.

A Man in Whom is called the Way,

With Him the weight was buried.

And though the lighter side appeals,

Your options not to be varied."

Purpose, place, now under seals,

Created to obey and trust

For whenever Christ reveals.

"To follow Me, or to rust.

These two options on display."

Be broken of my prideful crust,

The call to trust and obey!

The cross for me to carry,

That which Christ did portray.

Of sin that Christ did bury,

That act is already done.

My cross, I should not be wary, 

The victory, as of now, won!

I began to wipe my eyes,

Eyes fixed on only the Son.

My cross it is no surprise, 

A death to myself daily. 

Old self, hovered with flies,

Who I was, now am, barely.

Cross that was meant for torture,

Vision, I see only nearly.

In pain, with lost composure,

Results too quickly forget.

Of pain, that Christ brought closure,

His pain to heal all regret.

I carry the cross I bear,

One day, I will discard it!

No cross, but eternal life to share,

No tragedy, only beauty.

Seeing this not to be fair,

Result now viewed so clearly.

His cross, my soul it redeemed,

My cross that I was weary.

A painful journey though it seemed.

With it, I gained new body.

Thankful tears my eyes they streamed,

Impatient, I was haughty.

Forgetting my life was mine,

Surrendered to Almighty.

Waking my eyes the sun did shine,

Steel cross standing overhead.

"May I be forever Thine!"

Prayer spoken in my head.

Leaving pillar and cross-beam,

With faith, my feet now will tread.

-daneK

Danger

Faith, it is the beginning

Of this thing called salvation.

Only blindly believing,

Which we make a decision.

So often, it ends right there,

Placing trust only in part.

A piece of us we share, 

This small portion of our heart. 

With much more we'd be fearful, 

The agendas of our own. 

It is only natural,

No desire to dethrone.

Possibly, there may be more. 

Maybe, our hands were open. 

Then some blessings He could pour, 

But sadly, we, are broken.

With closed hands our blessings go,

To afraid to receive them.

And all we have, we can show,

That partially, we trust Him. 

Our belief so very small,

Though for larger we were made.

Yet, we are afraid to fall,

If our motives are not played.

So sadly, we continue. 

Onward, we play the safe card.

Our desires on the menu, 

With our souls becoming lard.

Sometimes, weekly attendance

Moments of worship at best. 

Because we're missing substance,

That in which, we could find, rest.

We were not meant to worry. 

He wants it to be simple. 

Now adding to this story, 

Jesus, Perfect Example.

His ears ready to listen, 

And eyes ready to see.

Mouth used, not as a weapon.

His touch to make lame men free.

It's true He is man and God,

And Him we cannot be like. 

But still, He traveled this sod, 

From when He was just a tyke.

Yes God, but struggles still there,

He is the trial we see.

His advantage seems unfair,

This point that many agree.

Though, probably invalid, 

Why trust in one of weakness, 

And hope in something sordid?

But rather in forgiveness

Earning we are unable,

This no trouble to believe.

When all is on the table, 

This same faith we can't conceive.

The word of God, it defines,

Faith, a vow of confidence,

Family of no blood lines, 

And sight with no evidence.

His Word, states that by Jesus

This same trust is perfected.

It is also what frees us,

Knowing we aren't rejected.

Though still, why only in part?

As small as a mustard seed, 

Tiny belief that we cart,

Will do many things we read.

Then what is it that we wish?

Seed small, yet able to grow.

Nearly empty is our dish,

Still more His desire to bestow.

If then, a seed we begin,

How can we start watering?

With our struggles and our sin,

This seed isn't flattering.

If this faith is to expand, 

The loosening of our grip.

Essential our open hand

No worries, He will equip.

At times He gives us vision,

What it is that lies ahead.

Sometimes, only an action

And unknown path our feet tread.

Our comfort is a danger, 

Typically, on our own track.

His will to us a stranger,

Deafened ears, He calls us back.

Our will must conform to His

For us to see His blessing.

His perfect plan we won't miss, 

But we, will need adjusting.

Maybe, our will we don't hold on,

But our ears these hands cover.

We may never see the dawn, 

New days we won't discover.

The choice is for us to make.

His will, life, to the fullest.

Believe me its no mistake.

Of faith, we must not resist.

Why again do we believe?

Time for us to remember.

Our own will that we conceive, 

Is our greatest contender.

Oh God, that our hands and ears,

Open for your Perfect will.

And also, remove our fears, 

Cause with them, this faith, we kill. 

-daneK

Held (Part 2)

The moment you were born,

when I heard your first cry

so very helpless and worn, 

My arms drew you nigh. 

Quickly, you began to grow. 

Waiting for you to call My name.

Simple lessons I began to show, 

not of glory, not of fame. 

As your knowledge did increase, 

your ears were open to My words.

Listening, they brought you peace, 

as sung by the songs of birds. 

The long awaited day, 

your limbs they reached toward Me. 

Finally, the words you say,

such as the ones like, Daddy. 

As you began to crawl, 

slowly beginning to walk,

foolishness began to brawl

and ability to talk.

Times in which you stumbled,

running on without Me,

I saw that you were humbled 

and then you said "I'm sorry".

Often making a bad choice,

payed no attention to the

fact I never raised My voice

yet Justice still flowed through Me. 

Watching patiently, I stood.

It broke My heart to see you.

Seemingly you never would, 

My words your mind to get through. 

And you, I, longed to embrace,

also to whisper in your ear

and wipe the tears off your face,

in My arms, no need to fear.

On and on, for many years

it was a vicious cycle.

Beyond the painful shed tears,

why ever did you trifle?

My teaching, though it never fade,

running in My arms and out. 

Of trifling, My Son, He paid,

you learned what life was about. 

With your final breath you drew

Freedom, Mercy, and My Grace.

Of who I AM, you did pursue,

I let you at your chosen pace.

Now walk upon the streets of gold, 

My Grace, that you did borrow.

Understanding mysteries untold,

discarding bitterness and sorrow.

In My presence physically, 

My Glory, it does shine.

No longer temporarily, 

Forever, your hand in Mine.

-danek

I'm Not Your Savior

This love is not meant for you.

It was never meant to fill. 

I'm not for you to pursue.

The remedy is not a pill. 

The void I could not complete, 

I perceived it to be right. 

This sin brings only defeat,

Before me our current plight.

It seems I'm not your savior,

From Him I have led astray. 

I'll only lead you wayward, 

In my pain, now walk away. 

Neither am I your Healer,

I can't mend your broken limb.

His love is Perfect and proper,

He wants you to see Him.

-daneK

Come Forth

This man's name was Lazarus

Two sisters Martha and Mary

Very much loved by Jesus

He knows the sisters are weary

"The one you love, now is ill."

A message He received.

He told the twelve, "Be still"

Two more days He reprieved.

"We cannot return there again."

With much fear His friend spoke.

"Lazarus, asleep he has been."

"Asleep? Is this not a joke?"

Thus they returned to the siblings, 

Beloved brother now dead.

Death of us, and sad tidings, 

Thomas spoke, out of his head.

"This sickness not to bring death...

I'm glad, now you may believe."

And now four days of no breath, 

Martha, open arms did receive. 

"Teacher, You could have prevented."

Her faith greater than the twelve.

"Now where is My beloved?"

"In a tomb, they did shelve."

"I, Resurrection and Life,

Go now, bring to Me, Mary."

Her friends mourning, as in strife, 

They followed Mary quickly.

Sisters and friends in torment, 

Jesus heart now breaking for them. 

Tears down Jesus face, they went, 

All now knew how, He loved him.

Lazarus in a tomb of stone, 

To Jesus, Martha did shout,

"Four days his stench now grown, 

Not time for him to come out."

"Martha, God's glory to come."

Jesus, now raising His eyes.

Prayer heard by all, not by some.

"They now know, I speak no lies."

All Authority, and Power,

Of Lazarus, He did call.

"Come forth now, in this hour!"

He came limbs bound, did not stall.

"Unbind him, and let him go!"

All now seeing what He did.

At this moment they did know, 

Jesus' life is not placid.

Lazarus is who I am, 

My sickness not to bring repose, 

But the glory of the Lamb. 

Power, His words that I rose. 

He knew my fatality

Would bring glory to Him.

Because of His Charity,

My new life isn't a whim. 

Opt for cessation of self. 

No more bondage for my limb.

Bindings laid on the shelf, 

When He loves, He doesn't skim. 

All, we are like Lazarus,

He has looked upon us all.

His summoning does bid us. 

Some have not answered the call.

Why do you choose not to hear, 

Taking comfort in bondage. 

You are not promised a year,

Casualty, our heritage.

Listen, the moment is now.

His beckon not forever.

Its time to take the last bow,

Or in pain you will quiver.

If it is He that does love, 

He will and does give you a choice.

Thus from the grave rise above,

I beg, Please! Answer His voice. 

-daneK

Jehovah, Yahweh, Father

Shepherd, Guide, Protector,

Light, Victory, Sanctity,

Source, Sufficiency, Provider,

Friend, Life, Security, 

-He seeks only the broken-

Alpha, Omega, Abundance,

Redemption, Flag, Banner,

Omnipresent, Truth, Fortress, 

Safe, Shield, Master,

-He pursues only the broken-

Rock, Physician, Deliverer,

Groom, Lion, Promise,

Companion, Love, Comforter,

Rest, I Am, Forgiveness,

-He wants only the broken-

Judge, Redeemer, Savior, 

Faithful, Portion, Endless,

Lamb, Peace, Teacher, 

Mercy, Grace, Justice, 

-He captures only the broken-

Health, Healing, Righteous,

Perfect, King, Counselor, 

Freedom, Ruler, Holiness, 

Jehovah, Yahweh, Father.

-daneK

un-named

I have brought restoration

the healing has come

why of pain do you tarry

cleansed by salvation

I have given you the crumb

——-

there are no unequal

My fire it burns

continue your cry

eternity your sequel

of it your heart yearns

———-

from blindness we were free

be it done as you desire

by grace through faith

through blindness we see

the All-Consuming Fire

——

-daneK

I AM

My love cannot be earned

I have covered your shame

your heart may it be burned

for this you proclaim

My love is not hidden

My laws you’ve not kept

many times its been written

for you I have wept

My love it is zealous

as husband and wife

for you I am jealous

give freely your life

My love will erase

for you I want wholly

with this My embrace

Be still, I, am Holy

My love it is spoken

My will you draw closer

for you I was broken

your cup floweth over

My love it is right

both Lion and Lamb

partake and delight

Love, is who I AM

-daneK

the perfect body

My yoke is light

I will carry it all

tell Me your plight

send Me your call

I am the Head

you are My body

taste of My bread

wounded and bloody

Body that was physical

for that is My glory

mirrors of your spiritual

I am making your story

Story of healing

broken made whole

slowly revealing

completing your soul

As you are worn

your pain is made death

I also was torn

I've brought a new breath

My blood it was let

flesh I was stripped

your sin I forget

of pride you’ll be ripped

No longer hide

new body is waiting

together My bride

with heaven elating

-daneK

I desire

I desire you seek Me

to want Me completely

Set down your idols

Fall onto your face

and enter My place

As you enter, remember Me

I am the One you need to see

Remove the cares of life

In My presence be still

and speak to you I will

At My throne lend your plea

If you ask, I will give it free

To glorify Myself is My desire

When My blessings you taste

you won’t let them go to waste

Of My will, you will agree

My kingdom, it is heavenly

The cleansing is waiting

Of My hem you may touch

allow for Me to be your Crutch

I require, from sin for you to flee

My Righteousness, complimentary

Walking in faith,not by sight

And when in life your pain you smell

of My glory, forever tell!












-daneK