God’s calling you

To where will you run

To where will you turn

Who do you ask for your help

Who will give you love


Isn’t there a thirst, there

Deep inside your chest

A thirst you can’t seem to quench

Who’ll give you drink to quench it


Nothing in this world

No one in this world

You feel the emptiness

But they’re all empty, too


They can’t fill your longing

They can’t quench your thirst

They long for something, too

They are thirsty, too


Ask your questions

Who will know?

They have no answer

Apart from Me


Cry your tears everywhere

Throw yourself on the ground

Who will dry your face

Who will pick you up


You feel so very lonely

Feel that emptiness inside

Who will keep you company

Who fill will your emptiness


You wish for something greater

You want everlasting arms

I am that something greater

I’ll wrap you in My arms


I know everything about you

I know your inside out

I know all that you’ve ever done

And all your reasons why


To me, you aren’t a mystery

No need to make excuses

To me, you’re beautiful

No need to wear a mask


I will quench your thirst for love

I’m all you’ll ever need

I will fill your emptiness

And overflow your soul


I am what you long for

The end of your desire

Come to Me and find yourself

I am what you need.



This is one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen in my whole entire life:


Picture courtesy thinkatheist.com



I wrote this poem this summer.  This summer, of course, was a time when I felt truly, openly happy.  I was dang happy.  This March, I was freed from the deep, deep depression that had finally reached its peak in late February and March.  My proceeding spiritual high lasted from the very end of March till it began to recede in mid-August.

I was so, so, SO happy.  I was content.  Content with life.  Content with everything.  I was in love with life.  Completely.  I felt free, finally — it was such total relief that I felt like I could run and run and run and never be tired.  It was like even my vision was sharper.  The colors were brighter.  I could literally see better.  In fact, I was so relieved that I will base my next post on this topic, and will post quotes from my diary.  But anyway, I wrote this at AWANA’s West Coast Honor Camp this summer.  I paused and took that moment to write this poem.  I hope you like it.


Listen, listen;

Keep quiet for a moment

Feel His arms around you

Away with your lament


Stop and hear Him call you

Hear Him speak your name

Soon you will be good as new

Let Him make you tame


Cherish every heartbeat

It’s a precious thing

Yourself may you defeat

And to Him you can cling


Rise up with the cross

Forget all of yourself

Beautiful loss

Why ever look back


Just shut up and listen

He is so much more

Look up, look up to Him

And He will rid your sore.



Picture courtesy healthyspirituality.org.