The judgment of the Cross

The cross is tender
Rugged as it seems
Stripped away the Savior
Of all his hopes and dreams
The cross was brutal
Esposing humaness
As the savior suffered
I saw my sinfulness
The cross is honest
Exposing every fear
The cross is awkward
Showing that even God sheds tears
Some call it wonderful
Though Im afraid to touch
The nail scarred hands
Of One who sacrificed much
The cross is invasive
Dividing all my bones
The cross is a burden
That Jesus carried home
The cross is a demonstration
Of blood sweat and tears
That the Almighty bore
For the sin of all the years
It stands plain and sincere
As I look upon
The cross that was suffered
All my pride is gone
The cross is a vehicle
For the burden I hold close
The cross will carry it
Replacing it with hope
The cross carries judgement
But it is no longer mine
Death had judged Jesus
Freeing all mankind
Freedom that transcended
Boundaries,  space and time.

That was me

That was me
In every portrait
Of every moment
In my life
There were times
I was on top of the world
And others when I just
Couldn't get it right
That was me
Picking up my own pieces
Never truly free
Completely unaware
Of the One who rescued me
When I was trapped inside myself
Unable to see
The fire within
Attempting to overcome
My own poverty
That was me
A pawn in the battle
Of the demons in my mind
A product of whichever
Thought won out this time
A game of roulette

With no certainty
A feather in the wind
Helpless,  that was me.
I had hands to grasp the tools
The weapons deep inside
Wielded by the fire
Burning in my mind
The internal war continues
But I'm prepared this time
Equipped to face the battlefield
Deep within my mind
No longer an observer
Helpless and afraid
Aware that each moment
I am being remade
Not a helpless child
Not knowing where to turn
A spirit free and wild
Deep within I burn
I choose my destiny
And choose how I'll respond
Im the victor, not the victim
Today,  and from now on
I will face the challenges
Sure and unafraid
I was not made to be helpless
For Im aware that I've been made.

My fear hinders me
Your love carries me
My doubt limits me
Your grace abounds in me
My fear paralyzes me
Your promises sustain me
I am crushed by my iniquity
You were crushed for me
I am condemned by scrutiny
Your love sets me free.
I was a prisoner
You have rescued me
I was accused
You have ransomed me
I was lost and alone
You brought me into Your family!

The first color is red
Its poppies instead
Black seeds inside
Petals glide
Windblown chaos
Its orange like fire
Spread out its wings
Hot and furious
Consuming all things
Its a sunny day
The yellow portrays
Everything-  everything
Touched by its rays
The green is not
Trees or land
Instead its a snake
Leading a reptile band!
Turtles and dragons
Iguanas and monitors
Shaking the earth
With reptilian symphonica
Blues not the sky
Water its not
Blue is a void consuming a lot
Blue is my thoughts
Indigo and turquoise
Its also a whirlwind
Of internal noise
Purple is oceans
Consuming my sleep
Not oceans like water
Oceans of dreams
Where octopus swim
And horses parade
And no matter the scene
I'm not afraid
Miles chase miles
Of water and sand
Embraced by the rainbow
I lift up my hands
The universe I've created
Iw nothing like tame
Its up and its down
But I love it the same
Every color
I wear like a dress
Incredibly secure
When life is a mess
I'm its creator
It's creating me
Inside my rainbow
I am wild and free.

How the mind has been ambushed
Beginning with the fall
An ounce of deception
Has began it all

Thoughts are aligned neatly
Colors clean and bright
Have turned into disaster
In the souls darkest night

Tis an impossibility
For the mind to reconstruct
The aftermath of ambush
Dismembering our thoughts

Tearing apart reality
Replaced with manic thoughts
Then the wardrobe of our life
Looks nothing like it ought

Independently controlling
Though my hands have no place
Redeeming the catastrophe
Can best be done by grace

None can reassemble
Nor can it redefine
The beauty that existed
Once upon a time

Piece by piece daily
One teardrop at a time
Washed away the filth
Bathed in holy light

Healing takes place
When one begins to see
That the good fight has been fought
He has carried me.