Dead and Alive

I once heard a story

About a widow

Whose husband

Was still alive


He hadn’t died

Like dead

But his mind

Stopped

Thinking

And he was paralyzed

Quiet

Numb


The widow

Wasn’t having none

Of her husband’s mind

Gone dead and quiet


She started asking

Questions

And he started to respond

Awakened

Something

In

Him


The more she asked

The more he answered

The more she asked

The more he transformed

The more she asked

The more he awakened

The more she asked

The more he became

The more she asked

The more he loved


The widow never widowed

And the husband became

Alive


His heart reawakened

His mind transformed

His soul forever changed

He never stayed the same


God searches the deep things of the heart. He is asking us, “Will we die and surrender everything to follow Him?” Sometimes we answer but we don’t transform or fully wake up. He continues asking and searching us for complete surrender. The more we respond, the more we start to see our lives transformed. Our desires turn to Him instead of to the dead things of our will, our understanding, and our strength. His love makes us alive and we are never the same.

“I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.” -Galatians 2:20

Choose to Live

In almost every city

I lost my youth

I made some friends

Then on I went

No worry or dread


Then there was

Sometimes in every

Other city or two

I got swept away

And started to dream


I’d dream and dream

Until I went blind

And my life became

Bright city lights

And trying to survive


I lost my values

And I lost my youth

Only to find

A stronger me

And some truth


The truth is this,


I thank God

For bright city lights

And people who choose

To live

Instead of to survive

Never Have I Ever

Have you ever been

inside a cage

with closed doors

on the walls and

also the floors?


Have you ever stood

behind a table

with hungry men

staring at you

from each end?


Have you ever laughed

at a love so parallel

yet so alive

and perpendicular

you’re grateful for hell?


Have you ever thought

just a bit too hard

to run from love

and still

love so hard?


Have you ever?


Never have I Ever