this love is an every day kind of love

I don't want just the Sunday love,

or the Friday love,

or the worship love,

or the prayer room love

I want all of it, in every moment no matter what emotion I'm feeling that day

for Your mercies are new every morning

and I crave renewal with the morning star

God, provide. provide provide.

5,7

You, alone. 

-

and this is what it feels like,

to lose control

and this is what it feels like,

to let go

and now they're on the ocean floor

when they know, they will come

Jesus Jesus

all I want is to be like you.

___

remember when I said

I think this is what living in joy is

it wasn't.

not even closeeee

and that's exciting.

that they should seek God, and perhaps

feel their way toward him and find him.

Yet he is actually not far from each one of us, for

"'In him we live and move and have our being';

as even some of your own poets have said,

"'For we are indeed his offspring.'

-

to the God that is not unknown:

I have done all of this with a full heart

maybe with a broken body

but nevertheless,

we did it!

and for now,

goodnight

synergy

Dear God,

I never know when you want me to run up ahead first or if you want me to wait for your call.

or if you want me to approach things in the stupid-kevin-happy-go-lucky kind of way or deep-emotional-corny-kevin kind of way.

or if im on the one and three and youre on the two and four or vice versa

whether im doing something right or wrong

maybe even the most scary for me;

if it'll pull me closer or push me further away from you.

sigh

but i do know:

when the times comes, and I make my move

you are there

and you have my back

and I have yours

and things just

work out.

they just end up working out.

we got some good synergy, You and I.

sincerely,
gabbagooba baobao

praise night (2)

my hands are stupidly swollen

and my elbow is so sore

but when it comes to worship

there is no greater honor than to serve you with what little i have

i dont even remember what happened these past three hours

i dont remember the people i met,

or the beats i used,

all i remember is that i was tired,

and then i was satisfied,

and i remember that it was You

and the things of Earth shall grow strangely dim

in that moment

with nothing but heartbeats interrupting silence

I remembered where I was,

and how long and winding the road was,

and how far You carried me,

and then You gently mentioned,

we still have a long way to go, you and I

but in that moment 

You saw me, 

smiled then sat down.

while I knelt to smell the flowers,

letting heartbeats count down the minutes.