Holy Macaroni

I feel that my worship is like macaroni art,
its not that impressive but it really comes from the heart,
its not that I offer or give just a little part,
its because that it's somewhat incomplete from the start,
I do what I can, but when its held up to the chart
of what God had planned, my try seems to fall apart.

But God doesn't see my art,
He sees my heart,
the little parts,
the little starts,
He doesn't chart,
and I fall apart
when I think of what hes given me,
that He came down to live in me,
to dwell with me, well up in me,
to overflow, abundantly,
ever since Hes forgiven me,
so that I'd be livin' free
in a kingdom so heavenly.

But I have to look back at truth,
that Messiah fought nail and tooth,
for a son that was so uncouth,
(thats me of course) He dwelt booths,
that is to say He pitched His tent,
He dwelled with us when He sent
His sacrifice for atonement,
Because of awe and wonderment
I run for all His commandments.

There is water, sheba shemayim,
the second's better than the first.
He took the sin from all of time,
His punishment, the very worst.
He's living water, the mayim chaim,
drink from Him, you'll never thirst,
He walked on water, He is I AM,
I am blessed when He was cursed.

So what can I offer
the king of kings,
who holds the worlds,
who owns all things?
I give my best,
my very heart,
even if its just
macaroni art.

A Borrowed Writing

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.
The biggest men with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.
People favor underdogs, but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.
People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.
Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.

I DID NOT write this. It was written by Kent M. Keith many years ago. But thought it was very good and wanted to share it, just in case you are going or choose to go through any things that are like this.

Laodicea

To know who you are
You need to know what you’re for,
To know who you are you for,
To Know your heart from roof to floor,
By Spending time alone, and whats more
To ask your friends what they’re for,
And ask why you go through doors
That end you up in those stores
Where you buy from condors
Who sell the goods to those hordes
Who are doing all of their chores
So they can store their own hoards
And lock them up in their boards.
Do they seek the gold that’s the Lords?
Or seek him deep in their Core?
Or think of Him as Bore?
Did you know that you’re poor
And cannot see the true core,
Because you have no algor,
And completely lack the ardor.
Look up, he stands at the door
Waiting there to restore
Your sight, your life, your honor.
Let him in, he’ll come near.
There is to reason to fear.
If you overcome here,
As he sits with his father
You’ll sit with him on his chair.
So let myself be quite clear,
These words are from the ruler
Of all of life on the earth,
And I say to ears that can hear,
Hear.