Philippians 1:6 "Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you WILL perform it until the day of Jesus Christ"

Thursday, January 11, 2007

When I was searching through Matt's archives, I came accross many posts that spoke to me. I went poking around because the boy doesn't post much new stuff, and I recalled that he often had some very though provoking blogs that he has written over the years. I hope that he doesn't mind me resurrecting some of his old posts. I am thinking that he wrote this himself, he can correct me if I am wrong. When I read this, I was again convicted of how much time I spend trying to find relief and peace in the words and comfort of other people. Daily I am learning that true peace can only come from one source. Faithful friends are great, but must should always come second to spending quality time directly at the throne of grace. God puts people in our lives to help us out, and give us support, but He ultimately wants us to cling to Him. Thanks Matt, for letting me steal your old posts. This poem really touched me.

My Heart Returns To You, O Lord!

My heart returns to you, O Lord, When those fail who are around me.
I learn that you were always there with a love that will astound me.
When trials seem to flow my way, in waves that seem scattered, random.
I always close my eyes and drown, and ignore your power in them.
Sinking souls with eternal needs remain unfilled with mortal love.
Instead of God, I seek for friends, while looking down and not above.
A heart with clouds of circumstance, will never learn to be set free.
In truth I cling to heavy weights, while my soul's washed out to sea.
Then in the ocean, I forget, the earth, the sky, the warmth of land.
And sinking down, currents embrace, passed down to weed's entangled hands.
There I dwell, wanting death, loneliness, steals my breath.
Perish there, sinful stench, snuffed right out, love's strong clench.
Then all the things that seemed as pain are then revealed as chastening.
I rush to sky, to sun, to air, lungs bursting, always hastening.
Swirling up through the murky depths, stronger now for what'ere he brings.
Purified by almighty hands, and bursting forth, my soul now sings,
"My heart returns to you, O Lord, When those fail who are around me.
I learn that you were always there with a love that will astound me."

Posted by mattharmless at 1/21/2004 08:59:00 PM 0 comments


Charity said...

That was written by Matt...It's good, isn't it?

Many of my friends that have been where you are seem to wander back through parts of Matt's old posts and are very encouraged by what God was doing in his life.

Maybe HE should write the book, huh?

Betty 'Rie said...

I have to say that this is my favorite "Matt" poem and it really spoke to me as well. I don't think I got the chance to tell him that when he wrote it.

And no, I don't think that Matt should write the book. I think that you should write it together!! The two of you are a great blend. You take Matt's deep theological thoughts and turn them in to practical, clever and witty snippets to hold on to throughout the day. So, you know....that's just my thought. Ah hemm.....(she slowly turns and leaves the room).

Charity said...

Wait...Is she saying that I don't have deep, theological thoughts??

(It's true *sigh*...I don't. I struggle with any thoughts that would be "-logical"!)

Anonymous said...

Wow...thanks for passing that along. It spoke to me more than I could say. I don't even know you guys, but that was great. Anne B.