Rare-Patent

Shame stuck its thumb in my chest and pressed sore – "you could have done more, could've done more, could've done more!" Believing it, I nursed that melody for so long – inducing my own hurt. God provided the interrupt. "Righteousness is not this! Humility is not hurt! I've not called you to sacrifice what you do not have. It's been done!" Release. I look down at tired hands, renewed. I stand on broken knees, rebuilt. Hope embraces me. My God stays with me. Recover. -Melissa Davis

We searched the world around for meaning. What we sought we found, But meaning lost its meaning We veiled our emotion with mixed metaphors, fancy words and delicious phrasing. So caught in the delivery, we forgot what we were delivering. And it’s all superficial We sought out those deep and stoic Sat at the feet of self important Prophets, philosophers, poets So caught up in who they were! We couldn’t see who they were (people are just people are just people) And so, we left feeling full for a while At the sight of food, we realized we were empty At the sight of God, we realized we’d been wanting And He walked a

Weary eyes burn anew in the night prayers for peace become Your restless lullaby and faith, through struggle, is defined. with a kiss, man pulled You down such bittersweet betray the whole world falls as You take up your crown and rise again from the grave our lives to save blood evidence of Your pain tortured unto death, take no escape and I won't forget Your name Jesus, Savior to the world When its the blind who claim to see, their souls in bondage, they feel free - by Melissa Davis