Works, Faith & the Illusion of Perfection

By: Rebecca  Sylvia Dec. 30^th, 2010

We've got it all wrong, Somehow it's backwards

Strive for perfection, Thinking it matters.

It's not within us, That comes the source

Good is from Him, And He is our course.

We think if we're good, We get a gold star

Now we've missed the point, Instead we are scarred.

Because we don't poses perfection, It's fake

To think to ourselves, We have what it takes.

It's through Christ we are found, In Him lies a plan

To mend and to make, All that we can't.

If we try on our own, We'll hopelessly fall

Without light it is dark, And we'll run into walls.

We've misunderstood, We've turned things around

Works without faith, This is not sound.

We live like robots, Helpless machines

Without faithfulness or love, How is He seen?

We are called to live in fullness and joy

He has a plan, Lets accept it and enjoy

All of the things He has seen in advance

The work we must do, With faith will enhance

The love that this world, Is meant to know

With God as our source, We can now grow.

The Bird

By Rebecca Sylvia

5-30-2007

Bricks lay on each other, I can hardly breathe.

 Being pulled in all directions, I fear of what’s to be. 

In the middle of the ocean, Unable to see the shore.

I cannot swim for long. Will I sink or will I soar?

Like a bird that flies with the wind in his wings.

To see the whole world, I long to be free. 

But the wind is a breeze and my wings are not strong. 

I am still in the ocean, for a bird this feels wrong.  

I should of been living, more than just life.

 I have joy in abundance, but I feel this strife.

I want to be ready, but where do I go? 

I'm running into walls, the lights are so low. 

Circling 'round in the dark, I see a faint hew. 

With a small sense of hope, I'm thankful it's You. 

The walls still surround me, the ocean pours in. 

 It still feels like I'm drowning, but I know that you'll win.

Love

by Rebecca Sylvia Dec. 13th, 2010

For God so loved, What does this mean?
Does anyone care? Or is it a dream?
People seem fake, They don't seem real.
They show us a smile, But don't show how they feel.
What do they feel? What do they need?
Selfish ambitions, All over the screen.
Get what you want, It's the American way.
Kill to get ahead, To see another day.
The pursuit of success, Money, and greed.
Where does it get us? Except deeper in need.
How are we now, To be set apart?
When we don't show love, We no longer take part.
Survive to live, Live to survive.
How can they tell, We're even alive?
We have the answers, We hold the key.
So why do we live, Like we are no longer free.
Love your neighbor as yourself.
But how can we love, When all we seek is wealth.
People are numbers, Not to be seen.
Are worth my time? What does this mean?
God is love, He died for our sin.
When did He say, I'm in it to win?
What is this attitude? I'm right and you're wrong.
If love is what they seek, It won't matter for long.
We'll drive them out, Or push them away.
Or I am just to busy, Is what we will say.
Mirrors hold they guilty, And I am the worst.
So please don't accept, These thoughts as a curse.
But when will we stand, Where is the line?
When do we act, And let our light shine?
We can talk all day long, And feel in our heart.
But what's that to the world, If we don't take part?
We are chosen to love, Because He loves us.
So stand up and love, Shake out the dust.
We're the light of the world, The salt of the earth.
His love is the source, To show them His worth.
We each have our gifts, Unique and divine.
So find what is yours, And step into line.
He wants to make, Our joy complete.
But until we show love, We've got ourselves beat.
Now lets finally stand, Wake up from our slumber.
Remember His love, And show Him our hunger.