You say money doesn’t rule your life, but when I ask you why your aren’t pursuing your dream,
You say, “I can’t afford to. My life’s not what it seems.”
You have been deceived once again my friend.
You see with the ink in this pen,
Lord willing, it will trigger your thinking again.
Dream again.
Understand what you’re breathing in.
Is not what you should be exhaling.
Stalemate with yourself, only way you’re failing.
“Don’t be fooled by how your life has turned out.”
Couldn’t have said it better myself.
But to better myself, I have to die again.
Try again,
To not let the dragon inside again.
Why he’s in?
Head space full of lies again.
Forget it man.
I’ll just punch through the ceiling of logic.
Look beyond the stars, galaxies, it’s cosmic.
Inconceivably vast.
Only the intangible lasts.
So what is with this deepening feeling?
Happiness, it seems, is always fleeting.
Wearing a disguise of tear-filled eyes.
An emotional train, crashing into my brain.
And I’m the conductor.
Shovel in the coal, ignite the thrusters.
A locomotive with ulterior motives.
Brought back to the same place, it’s hopeless.
This chapter, who wrote it?
A season for everything under the sun.
So much is still undone and You’ve become,
My undoing.
Twisting my head from my body, unscrewing.
Plant it in the soil, now it’s blooming.
My eyes buried in the dirt.
But my heart can feel the whole universe.
What’s my body to do?
My head, my heart, my soul.
What happened to the voice telling me where to go?
He still talks to me though.
Says what I need to hear.
Makes my conscience clear.
When all I want to do is get the hell out of here.
Sail me to a peaceful place, an open space.
I’m a sea-sick sea dog.
Puking over the rails, when I should be sawing logs.
Mind your head, because mine’s in a fog.
Another mile closer to wherever.
Writing for hours until I feel better.
Sometimes I’ll try to be clever.
Grab the Master’s wheel and spin it around.
Then complain about why we aren’t traveling northbound.
I just want to make You proud.
To live as light without a trailing rain cloud,
Walking it on a leash.
Tie it to a tree branch at least.
That would make the forest happy.
A big gulp for the roots doesn’t sound so crappy.
Tree bark sticks to my hands, all sappy.
Hold on too much and fingers start snapping.
Try to shake it off but my arms are all flappy.
Man, what’s a kid to do?
Cruise down sidewalks and try to play it cool.
Make every effort to confirm his calling.
By the wayside, I promise he won’t be falling.
Pray for something to shake him to the bone.
Some well placed people so he doesn’t feel alone.
“Together” is the switch that begins the unstoppable.
Clears out rooms inside of our hospitals.
What’s it gonna be? Who will go?
There’s so much more to God, you know.
And I will live to see it. Live to be it.
Eternal fire, unquenchable.
Dinner for breakfast, maybe a lunchable.
Who I really am is untouchable.
Scratch the acoustic remix.
We go hard for the first trick.
Just one shot.
A mindful injection, don’t miss.
A tuneful interjection, don’t quit.
My God, just don’t quit.
Not now when I need You the most.
We’re a masterpiece locked in a cheap frame.
The key to escape has always been the same.
To see like Him, life without borders.
The power to free minds from boredom.
Fill your cup with living water, and nothing else.
An endless toast to eternal health.
Bring out the giant, you pretend little elf.
Even the land, the waters, the skies.
Can’t hold us down, we walk, we sail, we fly.
And we’ll bring home with us, we’ll call them homies.
Because home will be at the end of all our stories.
For all that’s holy.
Wake me up before I sleep it away.
Actually, I mean all of me, not physically.
Don’t wake me up when I’m sleeping in, pretty please.
I’m catching Z’s.
Catching shade.
From confused trees doubting the sand castle I made.
The waves will wash it all away.
Living for what lasts when all things fade.
Lose your grasp on what the world parades.
Don’t become what they made you out to be.
Caffeinated Christians behaving all salty.
Assaulting each other.
Clever agendas while we back stab our brother.
No, no, no that simply won’t do.
You’re clogging up the love, it’s stuck to your shoes.
You’ve been redeemed, there’s no time to lose.
Become more like Jesus and make Him smile.
Then after a while,
Look back and see how much you’ve changed.
And how nothing will ever be the same.
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Thank you Josh so much to think about……we are so proud of you…..keep faithful to your calling….!!!!! ….much love…Grandpa and Grandpa…..:)
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I really have an irrational fear of sounding redundant and coming off as stalkerish but this talent is too good to go unspoken about. I really hope you don’t mind but I had to screenshot a few lines and post it to my instastory.
Such a beautiful gift you have my friend. Such raw, pure, insightful words. I’m more impressed by each blog I read because I’m simply in awe of how they are all truly just so good.
My goodness, forgive me bud. If someone shared all that with me I’d have to tell them to cut it out lol but I just want to encourage you to continue to share this awesome gift man.
God bless!
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Tifa, wow! That is the highest complement I could ever receive for my writing. It makes me so pumped how the Lord is speaking to you through this blog. You are not the least bit stalkish! In fact, you are one of the main reasons this blog exists. You are amongst a select few who only crave the absolute best that the Father has to offer. And that, my friend, is precisely what God is looking for. Stay hungry.
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