Jessica L. Morris

Jolt my soul anew Drop my mind into my heart Make me whole in You. May it be this day That the only thing I want Is God’s will in play.

Be cleansed… Be healed… Rise up and walk… The words of my Lord dangle uselessly over the pile of ashes once my friend… Why not here? Why not now? I would have pounded through the roof of a stranger’s house for him… Why not here? Why not now? I know what my friend would say:…

So much has already been written and said and sung and acted out – what words remain but my own? Yet there is no longer a need to tell it all to you – mysteriously – now the desire to be known has shifted to a yearning to know. To see you embrace you to…

Why do we wrestle with God? Her question hung around my heart long after it was presented, discussed, and discarded for a less invasive topic. Why do we wrestle with God? Yesterday’s me would point to ego and vanity and pride; but today’s me simply knows: we wrestle with God when there’s nowhere left to…

When all is blackened out relinquished of air for lungs and bread for bellies; when despair reigns its darkened clouds and lonely corners stealing hope and light and love; when apathy sits like an elephant on the chest of a mouse, and nothing can be seen or heard or touched or spoken, and death looms…

The incessant need to know – know all the answers, know what they think of me, know what I’ll be, know all I cannot see – that incessant need gnawing incessantly at the corners of my mind, is silenced each time I gaze into the depths of His eyes – there where there is nothing…

I thought I knew the path to choose, the road to walk the words to talk. I thought it was Yours a gift from above, I thought it was pure the way to show love. Yet, here I still am in the desert, I thirst and here I must die for my ego to burst.…

Yesterday, I passed by Jesus without even acknowledging His presence – I just didn’t have the time. Honestly, who could blame me? His clothes were dirty and his hair all askew – homeless people just don’t care for themselves properly.

How to forgive an offense which tore open innocence and poured in condemnation and shame: Pierce the side of the One who forgives those who hold the spear… …only then will eyes clear only then will ears hear, washed clean by the blood of the One, only then will hearts heal.