MattDyer

The Reaping (of) Beauty

Have I salted my mind to the point where nothing can grow

Am I as those lands the Romans razed and left desolate?

From the smallest seed comes beauty

From destruction comes life again

From black and white comes grey and eventually color

Set a fire to the sky

Dive to ocean depths

Meet me where the sea meets the land

To find a balance of emotion

To allow seasons, oh Lord may my heart become beautiful

There’s grace for the no name face
There’s grace for the darkest of caves

The prison door is open, walk through

Take the shackles off my hands and feet and watch me dance in Your presence

The horizon never ends, but new horizons come with every morning

Every breath is a gift until you’re gone

Fear is a liar, a thief, it’ll rob you, even at rock bottom

How can a man listen so many times to the same lies disguised in different ways

At the root is the same endgame; to separate from the freedom offered by the blood

To separate and take captive the mind

This goes deeper than emotions, this is the very core out of which life comes

Life is lost in fear, I have lived in it far too long

Break free and live in freedom

Fear is no way to live, cold world, come alive again

From the harshest of winters comes a beautiful bloom

A man reaps what he sows

So Lord may I produce life again

Even if the harvest is small

I long to sow generously again

May I become an endless spring

May I become a garden for the people around

May I walk in the healing waters and drink from boundless waters

May I show people new life