The Refiner

Burn me beautiful,

Burn me lovely,

Burn me righteous,

Burn me holy.

Brand me with your name and I’ll be marked forever.

Let there be light

By Chandler Moore and Steffany Gretzinger

The Boy and The Ocean

One day a little boy built a glass house floating in the sea, with a ladder and without a lid; The ladder for when he needs water and and the lack of a lid for the sea breeze to keep him warm in summer.

He lives in wonder of the house he’s built and buries his head in glass house mantainace books, he has it perfected; His house will be carried by the ease of the ocean, and will keep the lid open for the sea air as he needs to live.

The very ocean has wonders but that’s a ‘lie’ he doesn’t buy;

“Oh its full of sharks! It’s not even blue! Its safety is an illusion the ocean will drown you”! He cries “Every one needs a glass house, we aren’t made to be sea animals, we need the ocean only in part and she knows that, don’t trouble your mind.” But I don’t comprehend him he lives in a glass house floating in an ocean I’ve become.

Rest

I pray your thoughts find peace in a place of sense,

And the strokes of your pen like magic dance with grace,

A poem for each thought,

A story per season,

A dance for no reason,

And a song for a lover who wouldn’t listen,

May your song be guidance to him, singing ‘Grace! Grace! Peace be to him’.

Don’t stop 


Don’t stop gazing on the sun of righteousness until you’re blinded by His love,
Keep drowning in His sea of grace until it floods your soul,
Keep immersing your self in his Word until it seeps in your flesh and becomes one with your bones.