Zarrah


Dear Reader, 

Have you ever felt like what you are giving the Lord is a "ripped-out" hallelujah? Because lately it feels like that's all I’ve been doing. Ripping out bits and pieces of myself and lazily passing it off as praise. Like somehow what I am saying is stifled, stubborn and silly...because doesn’t the Prince of Peace deserve a better article of praise? I completely understand. And so does my friend Zarrah and that's why she wrote the poems below. Thankfully our God isn’t limited by our foolish choices and behaviors. Thankfully. 

He sees the ripped pieces and takes them as the purest forms of worship. The Bible says that God will not despise a broken  and contrite heart. And I, for one, Reader, I am grateful He loves us like that. 

So today be encouraged. 

There’s always hope

There’s always redemption. Even in the middle of what we would label a desert. God can still bring rain.




Zarrah

My Lamentation
Written while in a half-way house. 
How long will your face be turned away?
I am told you are loving,
Looking after the sparrows and the hurting,
But please...please just give me a minute while I say,

What, why, where and when
Echoing in the steps of the begin, 
Too much becomes too little 
And not enough creeps slowly closer. 

You the King of everything, 
Can’t see me-- hidden in the open
Do I need to shout? Sing?
My heart, I’m supposed to welcome you in,
But I can’t seem to even squeak a hallelujah--Let alone an amen.

My pit has gotten comfortable, 
I pull the covers up,
Not at all hospitable, 
But who cares anyways.

The words I spew reflect
The reality I face
God, come to this pew
And show me your supposed grace

Respectively, 
Your daughter the derelict.

A Psalm of sorts 
 Written the day after deciding to follow Jesus

Oh Father! 
This new life feels all glow
No simmer
The truth I now know
Can’t ever be put on a dimmer. 

King Jesus! 
You plucked me out of the pit 
And saved me 
I’m never gonna get over it
Is this what you call testimony

Hosanna,
I can’t be silent
I want to tell the world
A daughter once violent 
Now truth be told

Transformed!

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