This blog will now be a source of poetic expression by Denise Conway of Cordcalling, urging you and enticing you to read and respond to the works. This is poetry, with its unconventional uses of language, grammar, punctuation,...
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I kept thinking there was a trap door
somewhere...and I missed something. How could it be that God would love me How could it be that He could see the mess that I have called my life but look at me as righteous and blameless in His sight? I am what I am I'll lay my head down and allow His Grace to abound... so that I can be who He has already made me.
a baby,
a Son,
a King,
a servant
a man
God.
a birth
already born
a death
destined for
a love that never fails
Truth that always prevails
a Way
to peace
to the peace
we seek
in the dark
"hidden" places of our souls
where we can't find rest
until we reach the end
of ourselves and seek
a cross
predestined for Him
and for me.
I haven't written in a while,
My words have been sitting in a pile.
I've been in a pit,
but I'm getting out of it.
The Son has shone
His light on the mess
that lies all around me...but still He has found me -
with His still, small voice,
He whispers my name.
The name He knew
before He blew life into my being.
I don't have all the answers...
I never will.
That's why I need a Savior
and I need to be still.
Kill the lights -
I don't need another thought
I need true words
words that have already been written - but not stale.
Everything else pales
Everything else fails
in this dark world -
but His Word.
Do you know when it’s too late for tomorrow?
When you don’t have Grace
- Life is too short
Grace is the rain and the sun on my feet
As I run..It puts the smile on my face
Enduring pain. Pressing on. This is the sure-tell sign that I’m alive.
The lines of time tell where one has gone.
A line at a time..we step into our fate.
I am squirming in the pit,
BUT – You are higher.
I am digging through the earth
But, You are stronger.
I am singing in the wind
You still hear me.
Climbing, climbing
a breath is perspiring
A weight A scale
Heavy upon my back,
But no more found wanting
I am in The peace
I am in the house
I am in the family
Even though there are only a few feet to the top of the mountain,
I laugh.
Faith like a rock
Faith like a rock
doesn't cower
It towers
over the tiny, tiny, tiny
ant hills
that are our circumstances
It stands still
when the earth shakes
It climbs forward
It stands
It stands
when everything else falls.
There's a lightness in
space that I don't understand..
Gravity on Earth pulls everything to the ground -
It's heavy like sand.
My heart ticks like
the water going down the bathtub drain.
There's a cloud of madness,
but I'm still sane.
Just love..
Don't judge
Just hug someone who hangs her head.
We are all flesh and blood,
Given life by the same benevolent Maker.
Give..It's not stolen..Live..
It's not taken..heaven..
heaven..Heaven..
Where are you?
The painted walls
say my name
- I love you
They're all the same
though the pattern reveals
a hand
delicate and firm.
I let it slide
back and forth
in my mind
Allow me
to visit
the time when I loved
When I fell in love
and time and money
were nonexistent.
When waves of
worry dissipated into the
ocean of "Love Never Fails"
You're trying to move me
out of this place of rest.
I won't awake
from this dream
I will undress
this godly sorrow
this peace