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