Friday, November 29, 2013


This's known for shopping.
The clock starts ticking,
the count down to extravagant giving.

Depressing for the lonely
and poor in spirit.
Greed is never satiated
the lust of the eyes never quelled.

Yet, all of it,
all that I dislike
and all that I dearly love,
can easily distract me
from the gift that started it all.

I have a fear that sneaks up on me,
it's the fear that
I will sit in a heap of wrapping paper
and realize
I missed it!

I didn't prepare my heart
a fresh
with childlike excitement
for the coming
a new
of the Lover of my soul.

Let this season,
with all the glitter
and all the luster
and all the magic,
remind you
of all the unearthly gifts
our King lavishes
on us daily

and let us
with the same
generous heart
be givers
of the love we have received.

God help us not to miss it!
Help us to be those who marvel
and delight
in your abundant love,
shown us best
by your gift
of Christ.

And prepare our hearts
to be a dwelling place
of celebration
for our King.

c Kim Damon 2013

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Trials leave me homesick

leave me
for youthful joy,
they give me
for a complete embrace,
and leave me
to feel Abba's favor.

Oh God,
would you heal me.
Like a war torn land,
I'm devastated.
Like one who survived,
but only

would you move back
the storm clouds
and cause your Son
to replenish the earth?

I'm tired
and alone.
Could you bring me
to the place
of rest?

Alone is fine
I guess,
better than
having to explain
tears I don't fully
and weeping
not the best company

sweep me (so completely) away,
by the waves of your love
that I no longer remember this place;
it's air suffocates me.
I would rather hold my breath
and experience the sea
of Yourself.

Father come sit
with me
as I cry
or send you Spirit
to warm my heart.

Tears in your presence
more satisfying
than earths pleasures
and joy.

If I cant come to you yet,
Would you come to me?

Teach me to see You
all around me
so I wont be so lonely
for you.

Please silence all
that denies you
and surround me
with the reality of your love.

Wrap me up
so completely
in truth,
that I cannot escape
and no fear may enter in.

I'm homesick
for You,
my heart's only
resting place.

There is a place
(I believe it's true)
where I could surrender
and be with You.
Father I'm yours
bring me there,
or join me here.

Your loving mercy
is my only hope.

Turn to me
and have mercy on me,
as you always do
to those who love
your name.

c Kim Damon 2013

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Credit where it's due

The truth is
I'm not as good
as some may think,
and I'm not as bad
as I often feel.

I'm teribly broken
yet magicly put
back together.
I'm horribly soiled
yet miraculously

I lean toward sin
yet I'm comitted
to holiness.

I long for purity
yet at times
my thoughts
are sullied.

Who can save me
from the wretch that I am?
Who would want to?

My powerful,
all loving,
all mighty,
(that's who).

I must always
remember my worth
because of His love,
and I must
acknowledge my frailty
and complete reliance
on Him,
to do any good.

Give credit where it's due,
to our wonderful
our amazing
our Savior
and Friend

I am Yours.

c Kim Damon 2013