Ton of Bricks

If God’s word is
properly understood,
it’ll hit you
like a ton of bricks
and have you repenting.
You’ll end up
begging for more discipline.


Blank stare.
Out of focus.
Blurred lines.
Moving scenes.

Standing still.
Almost frozen.
Helplessly watching.
Screaming inside.

Secrets No Longer

Lies and truth
ripped a part.
No longer entangled
into one big mess.
My secrets,
now into the light.

My story,
meant to help someone else.
This revelation
is bigger than
what’s hiding in my closet.

Closet Bones

Worrying to death.
Story of my life.
About what everyone will think;
there are things about my past
that is about to be revealed.
God says “let them”.
Their closets are full of bones, too.


I used to spend time
chasing after
someone else’s dream.

Whenever I copied
their lifestyle,
I would get

this temporary high;
it felt good to live
“in the heat of the moment”.

I wanted
the nice things they had.
I called it “living”.

I wanted to
“keep up with the Jonses”
but they were always ahead.

Believe me, I tried.
And I cried.
And I tried again and again.

Their blessings
I could not claim
as my own.

Well-Deserving Vengeance

Looking back
used to be
my real cup of tea.

It used to
taste better
than the first time
around, or so I thought.

All fine and dandy;
happy galore,

The pain I had buried deep;
tucked away neatly inside,
would rehash with a
well-deserving vengeance.

The Expert

Lack of self-confidence,
I’m an expert in that field.

Many powerful opportunities
were bypassed when
my wimpy fear moved in.

I wanted victory
but did not know how
to claim it.

Defeat became
my default cover story.


There you go again,
looking in
on someone else’s idea
of life & living
and drooling at
the possibilities
of what you think
you might know
about how they got
to their destination
of comfort.

I Need God

When I worry,
I do not trust God.
Whenever I take things
into my own hands,
I am telling Him
that I don’t need Him.
But, I really do.