A Poetic Foray

He suffered on the cross so His children could be free
From what we think is good, but from which we should flee.
He sees the selfishness that hides in every man,
And even so, he smiles, and takes us by the hand.
He was as we are, a man of flesh, and blood, and bone.
And in His promise, we too shall sit upon a throne.

~Logan Cenova


If Sleep Could Talk

beating about my brain
crushing my ribcage
stealing sleep
robbing me of rest
torture my pillow with tears
face the firing squad
and triumph!
dream on, my love
breathe on, my lungs
follow Me to freedom
and win!
take the road less traveled
make memories
and mistakes
seal your mark on the path youve chosen
shake foundations
and build something new
come, weary you
lay down your arms
and feet
rest well in knowing
your unknown
is My known well

…written November 17, 2011…