GHOST

I'm chasing a ghost
That I can not take hold of
And often can not even see
Elusive, intangible,
Slips through my hands
Like the notion that
She's the real me.

She flickers and motions,
Still now inconsistent
And made up of vapors and wisps,
This creature I long to
Become and embody
Does not utter words
From her lips.

I know her by instinct
And never by logic,
She haunts to the
Core of my soul,
Believing and calling,
Always with Spirit,
But she would not seek to control.

It's fear that reminds me
Why I won't become her,
Still trapped in the
Shell of this skin,
And strangely enough
It's surrender I run from
While holding the best of me in.

In Christ Alone

I have no defense
But Christ alone,
The reason for all that I do,
Who raises me up
To more than I am
And sees that my heart remains true.

I have no footing
But Christ alone,
The rock upon which I must stand,
Who carries the weight
Of my burdens with ease
And holds me within His right hand.

I have no intention
But Christ’s alone,
His Kingdom is all that I see,
‘Til bringing Him glory
Becomes my obsession,
My trust in His goodness complete.


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BETRAYAL

This I do not understand,
How good intention, reaching out,
Is stricken down by accusation,
That which seeks but to uphold
Is torn apart in daft delusion,
That professed as friendship
Now mistaken for derision –
And it feels like broken promise
As betrayal cold and dark
Comes to do its bitter calling,
Sure to miss the trusted mark.