God In A Box

In a box, in a box.
I have it all right here in a box.
Its got four walls, a bottom, a top
Its even got a latch and a nice fancy lock

Nice box there my friend
May I look, can I see what resides within?
Is it big? Is it small?
Can you put it on a table?
Can you hang it on a wall?

No you may not! You will let him out.
He will fly through the air and wander about.
I keep him here where he’s safe and sound.
If we open the box he will never be found.

What? Just what do you have in the box?
He must be rare if he’s contained with a lock.
Is He full of color? Is he bright? Can he speak?
He’s really quiet. Is he awake or asleep?

He’s awake can’t you hear him pounding the sides?.
“Let me out, let me out” he says but I can not comply.
He needs to have limits, walls you see.
He might do way too much if I set him free.

I hear nothing in there. Are you telling the truth or lies.
I’d like to take a peek with my very own eyes.
Don’t be stingy, free the lock with the key.
Open the lid to the box and show it to me.

I’m telling the truth you will know that for certain.
I have God in this box. The creator in carton.
He must stay in here and do as I desire.
If I let God from the box more of me might be required.

God? You have God in a box?
You have nothing right there in your box.
You can never contain God with four walls, a bottom, a top
Not even a latch and a nice fancy lock.

What? How dare you say.
You can’t talk about my God that way.
In the box He has limits I keep them small like me.
Outside the box I’m afraid I can’t control what I can not see.

The pounding you hear the plea of release.
That is your heart crying out, begging to be free.
God can do great things if you open the box.
Knock down the walls, the bottom, the top.

God sent his son to die on a cross, for you, for me.
So that all lids can be opened and all can go free.
Set the box down, you need it no more.
When you open the lid, you’ve opened the door.

The Foul Smell Of Words

Random words born of the heart
Spew like fire from lips and tongue
Said with smile and twinkling eye
Leak the foul smell of words

So this is the language of maturity?
This is the heart of His child?
Comedy takes a back seat
With the foul smell of words

Hypocrisy takes the stage
And bares its evil tongue
Acting out you live the part
Embracing the foul smell of words

Disappointment fills the air
Friends look away in pain
Turn it off screams the child
Remembering the foul smell of words

Is this the one we know?
Who speaks of love and life?
Cursing lips sup communion cup
And wash over the foul smell of words

Four letters fill the mouth
What actually fills your heart?
Mirrored out for all to see
Your love for the foul smell of words

More poetic quotes from a 9 year old.

“It’s not the end but the start of something new. All is clean, pure and full of praise to give to God. Merciful and wonder He is and I will praise Him forever more.”

“Life is to everlasting because my heart beats of gold and my feet walk with courage. My hand writes with silver as though I am a queen in a large kingdom. I eat from a plate that is real gold. I am treated like royalty.”

“Today I write with courage and faith knowing God will lead me through the day without doubt. I trust Him to protect me. He will.”

Love To The Day

Love to the day, love to the night
Embracing the time within twenty-four
Living as though neither appear
One minute one second perhaps more

Love of the day, love of the night
Entertaining shadows dance bout the floor
Surrounded in moonlight whispers your name
Embracing the sleep for granted new day

Love in the day, love in the night
Everything’s lovely, life, love and you
Looking toward future, sure in the dawn
What it will share surprises in morrow

Love now the day, love now the night
Time becomes master, you become slave
Success becomes one, life becomes two
Time finds a friend and you find a fool

Love to the day, love to the night
Embracing it all between light and dark
Living as though each time will last
Time perhaps lost, seasons perchance passed