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