“Hello My Name Is,” by Matthew West (Lyrics)

Hello, my name is regret
I’m pretty sure we have met
Every single day of your life
I’m the whisper inside
That won’t let you forget

Hello, my name is defeat
I know you recognize me
Just when you think you can win
I’ll drag you right back down again
‘Til you’ve lost all belief

These are the voices, these are the lies
And I have believed them, for the very last time

Hello, my name is child of the one true King
I’ve been saved, I’ve been changed,
And I have been set free
“Amazing Grace” is the song I sing
Hello, my name is child of the one true King

I am no longer defined
By all the wreckage behind
The one who makes all things new
Has proven it’s true
Just take a look at my life

What love the Father has lavished upon us
That we should be called His children
I am a child of the one true King

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“No More” by Josh Wilson (Lyrics)

Oh I know it all to well
Every inch inside this cell
I’m a prisoner of the choices I regret
The debt’s already paid
And the bail’s already made
So why do I keep coming back again?
God I’m done with holding on to sins that you have saved me from
I’m ready to let go of who I’ve been

No more guilt, no more shame, no more thinking I can’t change
Who I was is dead and gone, who I am is moving on

Saved by grace held by love because of what your cross has done
You pulled away the prison doors
Hallelujah God
I am condemned no more

So I step out of the night into your burning light
Where my past and all its shadows disappear
You say that I am yours forever
You call me saint instead of sinner

No more guilt, no more shame, no more thinking I can’t change
Who I was is dead and gone, who I am is moving on

You pulled away the prison doors
Hallelujah God
I am condemned no more

Drive the dark doubt away
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness
Fill me with the light of day

No more guilt, no more shame, no more thinking I can’t change
Who I was is dead and gone, who I am is moving on

You pulled away the prison doors
Hallelujah God
I am condemned no more

The Wisdom of Tradition

There’s what I know,
The whole scope of things contained in my head.
And there’s what I don’t know,
Which makes me long for learning.

The ultimate, however, is what I don’t know
That I don’t know;
The unanswered;
The unasked;
The quiet walks through my mind, meandering.

There’s the quality of having experience,
Knowledge, and good judgment;
The quality of being wise.
A certain sophistication, scholarship
Or lore.

It is on this that I can base the soundness
Of an action or decision with regard to
The application of experience, knowledge and
Good judgment; often called the
Wisdom of tradition.

What I Can Do By Mary Oliver

Have you ever found yourself thinking about “back when things were simpler?” Back when we played outside until the street lights came on. There were no cell phones. Mom didn’t text us to come home. She just stepped out onto the back porch and yelled our names. We didn’t spend all night on social media or playing computer games. Appliances were easier to use. I was thinking about this just this morning. So I was tickled when I came across a poetry book at my job at the local public library. It’s a collection of poems by Mary Oliver. The collection is called Blue Horses.

I think you’ll really enjoy her poem What I Can Do.

The television has two instruments that control it.
I get confused.
The washer asks me, do you want regular or delicate?
Honestly, I just want clean.
Everything is like that.
I won’t even mention cell phones.

I can turn on the light of the lamp beside my chair
Where a book is waiting, but that’s about it.

Oh yes, and I can strike a match and make fire.

Sleeping On Couches

There’s a lump under my back, and
I’m soaking wet with the sweat of anxiety;
Insomnia has had me in its clutches for a week now.

Images in my head keep changing: I’m free,
No, I’m captive. Different versions of me hide behind the couch,
Pregnant with memories of surviving somehow.

I had more things than this last week, many
More possessions, each with their own story of
Days when I was lucid, sane, solvent.

For some reason I have become willing to settle for
Less in my life, items diminishing, the sun setting, as
I slowly waste away, sleeping on couches.