my thoughts on hope...

“HOPE  -

 shines brightest in the darkest of nights, yet only few tend to see it. To those who find it, hope can be the very reason they pull through. It can only be seen through the eyes of compassion and conceals itself from the proud.

This antidote to doubt and fear cannot be bought or bartered for, but is birthed in the remnants of pierced hearts and shattered dreams. The message of this hope rests in the humble and rages inside the desperate. 

Those that underestimate hope bear witness to the potential power in the shadows and still I am convinced there is no hope in hype nor hype in hope. Without this phenomenon bound to our hearts all we can do is drudge through the darkness stumbling over and cursing those that have already fallen.

It is my firm belief that victory and deliverance are both conceived in the very depths of hope and that whoever treasures this hope, treasures the cries of the broken.

When we hope we refuse to acknowledge failure and affliction as they taunt and torment tattered souls, rather we focus on that last ember of faith and see a raging fire even in the midst of swelling seas and prevailing winds.

Hope dwells beneath the final layers of defense, between uncertain and defeat. Hope is our final wave of strength when we're drenched with doubt and parched of passion, the last flicker of the flame when darkness and defeat is but a breath away.”

                                  - Aaron E. Henderson.

.To God Be The Glory. .Great Things He Has Done.

A Lonely Sparrow

A Lonely Sparrow

My God, my God in this I boast, it was indeed you I loved the most. But my scaled eyes they fail to see, the unfathomable love you had for me. So I wondered off the straight and narrow, to a place inhabited by a lonely sparrow that sat upon a deathly tree wondering what in the world is wrong with me?? My friends have flow both far and wide but still I'm perched with doubt close at my side. My bags were packed I was ready to leave but like the cold, fear crept in and my confidence it thieved. So on this worn branch I have stayed, as season after season past my way. With a crooked smile and a hopeful heart I’ll wait and pray in your will I still have my part.

. . a a r ø n m a y . .

.To God Be The Glory. .Great Things He Has Done.

iLove

iLove.

Because it’s the hardest road to walk, and I need to be challenged. Because the world can do without another cynical person. Because I don't see enough of it. Because love is the only hope we have. Because I was first loved. Because perfect love casts out all fear. Because other s won't. Because in this life we only get one chance. Because love holds the key to their hearts. Because the sun only rises in hope that it can one day set on a world that loves. Because love hurts. Because love is the lighthouse in a dark world of swelling seas. Because true love expects nothing in return. Because love has no limits. Because most people don't understand it. Because I don't understand. Because the world is not enough. Because it is the greatest risk of all. Because believe it or not, you love. Because love is blind & all I see scares me. Because it’s the reason we breathe. The reason we laugh. The reason we cry. Because love has what moneys after. Because it’s worth it. Because you’re worth it. Because this world turned out nothing like it was planned. Because love is all I have left.

i[will.continue.to]Love . whatever the cost .

a a r ø n m a y

.To God Be The Glory.

.Great Things He Has Done.

The End of an Age Brought About The Begging of Time

So this is normally where I share some form of writing that I would have spent the previous three days in a sleepless state perfecting till I’m either happy with it or finally reached breaking point and accepted what I’ve written for what it is.
But not this time.
I haven't been able to write anything for a while and I feel it may have been a season for me that’s come and gone. Words no longer float through my head the way they use to and inspiration is at an all time low. I’m sitting here, in a van full of people traveling through Brisbane city after a long day with an even longer night ahead… I’m attempting to piece together something that’s been on my heart for quite some time now but I fear I’m losing my ability to mold words and shape phrases into the poetic imagery displayed in my latter years.
It’s not writers block, no this is quite different. Its almost like my ability to write was all a dream I had one night in the dead of winter whilst I was snug under my warm covers. Now it seems i've woken to the piercing cold before the dream had a chance to finish and lay awake with my eyes clenched in a desperate attempt to beckon sleep back to my quarters.
I was once asked how I would pen my work and I simply replied "Take a triple espresso after four days without sleep, then fall in love with the next girl you see, and write."
But its been months now since sleep lasts visit and I’m losing all faith in coffees ability to open my mind. As for girls, well they come and go but none seem captivate my soul the way they use to.
So for now I’ll put the journal and pen down, close the blank word documents and place the dream of finishing my book on the shelf and just enjoy this silence that’s engulfed my mind. Until next time,

Hold Fast, Stay True, Take Care.

.. a a r ø n m a y ..

.To God Be The Glory. .Great Things He Has Done.

Beautiful Stranger.

This is something I wrote a few years ago and found today, I liked it so I though I'd share it, enjoy.

Beautiful Stranger

Beautiful stranger,

You hold in your hands something so oddly familiar

Did you go searching for it or purchase it from a gypsy

The last time I saw this, it was nothing but shattered pieces of broken dreams

I never knew it could have held such shine or been so pure, 

But I fear you've been misled, cause I've bled dry of second chances

That which you hold is only what I could have been

If I'd stayed on the straight and narrow, walked the line

I would have kept my pearls from the swine

If I knew that you could have been mine

I know of a God whose grace is vaster then the sea

But that gift must be yours, for my oceans lay cracked and bare

. . a a r ø n m a y . .
.To God Be The Glory. .Great Things He Has Done.

Brave New World

Brave New World

I've said my final farewells to the boy I was

Now I'm standing at the edge of this brave new world

Where everything's changed and yet it's somewhat the same

The grass was always greener somewhere out there,

But darling it's never seemed so brighter right here in front of me

Like someone's taken the scales from my eyes

Like I've shed my skin and every things new

I've got an ace up my sleeve and my dear it's you

I know you think I'm just a silly boy with the shallow gift of laughter

But give me one chance and I swear I'll be the very love your after

Run with me; hand in hand let's discover this mysterious land

We'll teach this world how to love again, learn them how to live

And if you forgive my mistakes I promise to forget your perfection

Pushing the thoughts of failure back into the darkness they came from

. . a a r ø n m a y . .
.To God Be The Glory. .Great Things He Has Done.