Challenges Met

Saturday, October 13, 2012

The Struggle Within

The Struggle Within

By: Adrielle R. Bollin

Like a tree in a hurricane straining in the wind

My heart and mind are racing, fretting as I bend

How much more can I take of this road I'm winding down

Everything I knew left me, seems scattered on the ground

All I taste now are these bitter to and fros

Messing with my mind are the things I used to know

And the blood from my tongue as clench back the curse

I've been trying so hard and it's only getting worse

I need a miracle to break off these chains

I need an answer before I fade away

God you know my frame I can handle so much

There has to be a change, I need only Your touch

You alone can set me on solid ground

You alone can deafen the perilous sounds

So I cry out your name and lay out my fleece

One last push of faith to reclaim your peace

All I have left is to wait for your word

Just one sign of hope, one message delivered

To stir this mirage, these mirrors of deception

Until once again I see You in my reflection

Then you speak and my burdens turn to air

A release of truth drowns my despair

Suddenly the promise rings true in my ears
Life, love, joy, peace and wisdom are again my peers

Sunday, September 2, 2012

"Speak"

By: Adrielle R. Bollin

Soft amber beams of light

Bestow a smile in darkest night

No matter the size the trial be

You always lean your heart toward me

When despair has swallowed life

And sight is lost along with might

All I need is to cry out to you

And you restore all I once knew

For when I sing when all seems lost

And rejoice throughout the burning dross

And when I learn to love your time

And patience is grafted like a vine

You rejoice and run with me

Every trial gains victory

And when I speak your words of truth

You usher me to fuller youth

"Not one concern of ours is small,

If we belong to him;

To teach us this, the Lord of all,

Once made the iron swim."

John Newton

1Kings 6:1-7

1 Now the sons of the prophets said to Elisha, “Behold now, the place before you where we are living is too limited for us. 2 Please let us go to the Jordan, and each of us take from there a beam, and let us make a place there for ourselves where we may live.” So he said, “Go.” 3 Then one said, “Please be willing to go with your servants.” And he answered, “I shall go.” 4 So he went with them; and when they came to the Jordan, they cut down trees. 5 But as one was felling a beam, the axe head fell into the water; and he cried out and said, “Alas, my master! For it was borrowed.” 6 Then the man of God said, “Where did it fall?” And when he showed him the place, he cut off a stick, and threw it in there, and made the iron float. 7 And he said, “Take it up for yourself.” So he put out his hand and took it.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The Greatest Giver

The Greatest Giver
By: Adrielle R. Bollin

The glory of your creation surrounds my being
All that I see is yours for the freeing
Yet all you have given as a gift for my days
To show me your love in extravagant ways

From the mountains on high to the rivers that flow
To the ancient far places to the newest swimming holes
From the jungles and forests to the deserts and plains
The world is your message of provision and grace

Though darkness will fall and cover the earth
You gave us the moon to inspire our mirth
As you wrap us in beauty with a blanket of lights
We 're inspired to reflect your love and shine bright

How greatly you love that you give us all this
Yet still more you provide though betrayed with a kiss
For all of creation could not fill our hungry hearts
So you sent us your son with full passion to impart

And when him we slayed on the cross of your peace
You sent us your ghost to complete the divine three
To instruct, to speak and to help guide our course
So your message of love is spread wide from the source

Monday, July 2, 2012

The Woman At The Well

The Woman at the Well

By: Adrie'lle R. Bollin

How is it that you speak to me

When all the rules say that I am unclean

You are holy and purest of love

I am unruly and steady as mud

Yet because of your son you look past what I see

Deep in my heart you find gold finely weaved

So life is your language and joy is your key

Unlocking potential and casting out grief

Slowly you guide my feet to your path

Patiently waiting though I get off track

Walking and talking with me all the while

Relishing each of my laughs and my smiles

^{John 4:9, 10}
⁹The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans)¹⁰Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”