Timothy’s Brainwaves!

Aspiration softly stirring, my head laid upon my bed,
In the afternoon I thought I would be sleeping but something turns up instead.
The warm and peaceful thoughts of those who the LORD has put in my life,
The times of joy and fellowship with the brethren before the sprouting strife.
Oh, that I would see those days again before the covering of darkness,
Where life seemed brighter and happier before the incoming heaviness.
But what is this that I see and yearn for that’s is from before?
The walk that I had previously had before crashing to the floor.
I praise God He has delivered me and put me back to shore.
Yet, is it really the shore I’m on or am I on something else?
That’s softly and gently cruising along taking me slowly home?

Though scarred and muddied are the waters flowing deep inside of me,
JESUS, He’s lifted me up, and cleaned me out, He has remade me free.
Is His love sufficient? I find myself asking in various and different ways.
Why do I even question: Has may faith been shaken these days?
Truly, truly God stands upon His Word: "His grace is sufficient" for me.
Despite all this I still long for the things of the heavenly.
To feel my jaw quivering, to be Daddy’s little boy.
To feel the power of the Holy Ghost and with it the most bountiful joy.
It feels I’m struggling harder, and the gains are smaller too,
How I long for the things of the heavenly: I’m never going to give up - it’s true!

Such are the way things are, certainly this is quite the test.
Battling and struggling to regain ground, yet this is no time to rest.
For the end is coming fast and still a candidate awaiting rapture I be.
The end of the walk is more important than the start, I am beginning to see.
It matters not that one was righteous or wicked from before.
As the end is all that is of consequence and will determine the entry of which door.
One to paradise, and the other to hell, the choice is mine to make.
In reality, there is only but one choice for the other is to bake.
So here I am, today is now - where do I want to go?
Off to the heavenly things: to get lost in the flow.