Messy

I was inspired by God to write this poem as my heart aches with the pain of love lost. I am in a pattern of learning wisdom concerning heart matters through Jesus Christ my Lord. Though I may seem to some an unstable mess, I am truly Rock stable through Christ my Redeemer. I have been said to be “too honest” by some closest to me and thought to be the same, though unsaid, by many others. It is true that I am learning to embrace who I am and was made to be but more wisely. I am not like so many other men. My force and strength and stability is not in some hard exterior but an unwavering interior. Though the sails be battered and the ship broken and tossed this life I live is never again lost! No one enjoys a mess. In fact, even God doesn’t like our mess, I am convinced, but, He stands in us and with us to see every mess made clean through our eternal hope found in Christ. Though I know it in theory, not being an expert in love, I am learning that you can only believe in others what they are willing to show and not what they say alone. This a painful, messy lesson that I must learn. I eat my fault and blame no other but the enemy who in Christ, already, I am victorious over. I learn and am made wise without the lasting weight of unforgiveness and regret to hold me down. Praise God! I pray that all will be made free and walk in this victory despite the present mess we may find ourselves. God bless!

Messy

Messy is the broken heart

That all too easily falls apart

Stained, messy shards that stick

eerie groans from the heart that’s sick

No rhyme nor reason from the heart that’s wronged

No respite found in another’s song

Hope’s life burns ever less

In the wake of an untimely mess

Fate that’s uncertain, love inundated with pain

Hopelessness falls like pouring rain

Christ, my reminder that rain always ends

And by His glory hearts will mend

By: Patrick Brady

I Will Be Loved

I was inspired by God to write this poem right after “Tug of War”. Amazingly, this is the only time that I have been moved to right one poem right after the other. I believe it is God’s way of reaffirming His promise to me in light of my recent pain, reflected in “Tug of War”.  God wrote a poem through me in 2009 promising me a godly woman, a wife that would truly be my mate and ours a relationship that would rival all others. Though the poem has been lost, my hope and faith in having this promise realized is not. I was reminded in this poem, “Godly Woman” and since that the only criteria in seeing His promise realized is too stay ensued in Him. I do hope that my faith in God and His promise, despite seeming obstacles and pain, will encourage you in your own quest for a godly mate and to be, always, in Christ a godly mate!  God bless.

I Will Be Loved

I will be loved for God had promised it to me

My heart will be another’s and hers mine eternally

It seems often to be impossible, at least for me

But my Lord’s sweet promise, I am sure to see

The key, not in the looking, frantically nor otherwise

Patiently, patiently waiting, enduring pain, love in disguise

For I am being fashioned in God’s tender hand

In the fire of His love, eternal, in an unholy land

I resolve to stand close at His side never to part

As I trust that He works intently to purify my heart

In the woman designed for me, also, He patiently works

Cleansing every blemish, leaving every beautiful quirk

Well worth the wait, though, impatient, I’ve balked at the door

Reaffirmed, I’ll sit and be quiet, waiting still as before

Learning all of my first love’s lessons, be ready to hold her hand

Not to pull her nor to push her but to faithfully by her side stand

To gaze in her eyes is to know peace, love’s pools reflected in me

I’ll hold her with passion that’s firm, always emitting security

I’ll be an example of power that only can come from God

Yet, humbly, shower with praise afresh and spare the lightening rod

Not being surprised when disagreement comes nor afraid

On Christ, our unshakable foundation a lasting love will be laid

From the start, we’ll kneel together, our hands committedly entwined

Every storm we’ll weather, drunk on the sweetest grape and purest wine

But for now it’s not good to wander so in Christ I patiently wait

Knowing God is faithful that promised Who will present in His time my mate

Though often it seems impossible, at least for me

I know that my Lord’s sweet promise I am sure to see

My heart will be another’s and hers mine eternally

I will be loved for God has promised it to me.

By: Patrick Brady

Tug of War

I was inspired by God to write this poem, “Tug of War” after kissing the dirt rather hard and sudden! I, looking back, did all the wrong things in trying to win the affection of a godly woman which I had the rare honor to know. I was a fool for her. I definitely did not play the game strategically at all! As it occurs so often in life, an important life lesson was learned through the reflection of utter failure. The relationship for me was almost instantly ethereal! Tears fill my eyes as I reflect to the joy I knew, yet all too sudden. This woman also reciprocated the attraction and the uncanny familiarity that we, almost instantly, mutually shared. Given my lack of experience in how to gender a healthy, strong relationship with a woman and her understandable fear of further hurt and a broken heart, it was a relationship that was doomed from the start.  My heart was, almost, instantly slipping away from my grasp into her own. I pulled too hard and she released the rope of mutual affection.  I don’t fault her but I do miss her. With some sadness, I do thank her for a lesson that I most assuredly needed which is meted out in this poem.

Tug of War

The game of when man meets woman

Much like tug of war with a rope

Each in turn shows interest… not too sudden

Slow to take up the slack of hope

As each in turn shows they care some

There’s a very real yet gentle pull

Keep your head; dont get lost in pleasures to come

Patience will keep you from playing the fool

Match the tug of your partner, building slightly

Not too strong but ever so real

Take care not to hold on too tightly

Though it seems a battle, up hill

Respect her time and heart that’s been hurt

Don’t pull with all of your might

If one suddenly releases, the other kisses the dirt

Keep your head, the strategy that’s right

To keep your head is to keep your feet planted

lose it and unbalanced you’ll fall

Take no word or act for granted

Or you’ll risk losing it all

To let your heart show a little is good

Eek it out, gradual, in time with her

Treat her well, attentive as you should

Holding back not wanting to smother

Take care to show regular growing interest

Keep the rope steady and taut

Each endearing act of caring will invest

In a strong, healthy relationship well sought

The ideal outcome in this tug of war

Would be a mutual surrender

A surrender of hearts worth waiting for

No more a borrower nor lender

The game no more but a love oh so real

Hand in hand they’ll walk together

With heaven’s bond and God’s seal

By: Patrick Brady