I Am Not My Own

The struggle is real; I dare not deny it.
But I am never hopeless, never alone.
His will is sovereign; I can not defy it....
My will I will yield, for I am not my own.

And that realization is a comfort true;
When fears overwhelm me, his sweet love breaks through.
He is the potter; I am clay. He will do
What he must to crush, refashion and renew.

"My grace is sufficient," he gently conveys,
"for in weakness my power is perfected."
His ways are higher than mine; now and always
My soul is at rest, secure and protected.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez

Somehow, Someday

I'm a listless river of tears again,
As I silently keep watch over you.
I'm lost between "Our Father" and "Amen."...
I was sure you were gone--what could I do?

I broke down; I held you; I let you go.
Then you pulled through! You chose not to leave us!
Stay, if you will. But if you have to go,
I'll understand; I will not make a fuss.

The tears will flow, and my heart will dissolve,
But I'll keep your smile through the stormy gray.
Oh, to converse, to recall--to resolve
That which remains unresolved. Leave, but stay,

Like a briny breeze on a moonlit bay,
Like the windswept waves of a boundless sea,
Like the blazing blue of an endless day,
Like a sweet, mellifluous melody.

Oh, what will I do without your bright eyes?
Will you watch over me from far away?
This somber, seemingly endless night lies;
We'll laugh and sing again somehow, someday.


© 2018 David Acosta 

Mighty Love

In the midst of cold adversity and strife,
When the bitter winds of troubled times assail me,
Be the shelter steadfast for my careworn life;
Be the love, the mighty love that will not fail me.

In the lonely canyons of uncertainty,
When I'm prone to wander and my steps deceive me,
Be the path to higher ground, and help me see
That your love, your mighty love will never leave me.

In the wake of deep despondency and pain,
When my heart succumbs to grief and tears enchain me,
Be the unrelenting peace I can't explain;
Be the love, the mighty love that will sustain me.


© 2018 David Acosta

Cross and Crown

I'm looking for a golden cross to wear;
You lead me to the beam that I must bear.
I wear my knowledge like a jeweled crown;
I see your thorns, and then my pride breaks down.


© 2018 David Acosta

Autonomy, My Enemy

'Tis a bittersweet delusion: I can transcend
The limits of mortality's fixed slope.
Seduced by pride, my self-reliance I defend.
So why, then, am I still dropping the soap?

© 2018 David Acosta Perez