You hear it all the time
Jesus died for our sins, isn't He great!
Yeh yeh, that's pretty amazing, thank goodness for that
But actually think about it
Just a regular person.... a person who feels physical pain, emotional pain
He let people make fun of Him for claiming to be, basically, magical
No matter how much He proved them wrong, He was still a fraud
Then after all He has done for them, He got nails stuck into Him
Just think about that for a second
He didn't just get cut with nails, they were stabbed through Him
Do you think He wasn't feeling some sort of hatred towards us?
Of course He was
But the point is, He was looking at something greater
He got nails stabbed through himself because He knew we were destined for greater things
He didn't want us to suffer like He had
He wanted us to be able to go and live with His Dad, who we love so dearly for creating this world and everything in it
Even though after all we've done against God, we clearly don't deserve to go and live with Him
We were given a second chance
Now you may just think, He chose to die and got made fun of, big deal
But that isn't it at all
He endured so much more
He went through His entire life being the outcast, being the looney
Everything that came out of His mouth was a lie
Well that's what everyone thought
And even when he physically showed proof, He was still looked down on
And then He goes to save all the people who did this to Him?
What a guy.
Granted, God sent Him down to earth to do this and it wasn't necessarily His idea, Jesus still agreed to do this, despite everything He had been through
He could've easily turned His back on His father and think about it, not sure how many people would agree to such a thing
But He still did it.
So next time you hear of Jesus and how He died for our sins
Don't think it's some old story that doesn't involve us at all
Because it actually does
When Jesus was hanging on a piece of wood with nails in His hands
He was doing it for every person who lived and was to be born
Not just the people who were watching, laughing at Him
He did it for everybody
He did it for you.
Jesus is the most selfless man in history and we should strive to act the way He acted and spoke the way He spoke and He should be our model
And we definitely need to remember everything He did for us :)
I’m not even sure that I can do it justice, but I want so much to be able to describe this most awesome gift that I've been given. Each time I look at it, feel it, think of it, I am overwhelmed with such joy and awe and gratitude that sometimes I feel that I might just burst into tears. Damn these silly hormones, but still…this gift is so precious and such a treasure that there HAS to be a way I can describe it to you and make others understand just how very, very fortunate I am.
At first when it was given to me, I took it for granted and didn't really think it was all that important—I mean—I looked around and saw that everyone seemed to have this same gift that I had been given—just different variations of it. I didn't come to truly appreciate the value of it until my 5th decade and then suddenly, it’s value just skyrocketed! I realize now that all along this was the most awesome gift, the most precious treasure I’d ever held in my grasp. I remember a few times when I damn near let it slip out of my possession—thought many times of just throwing this gift away—what good was it anyway? Even though I took it with me everywhere I went and hauled it around with every move I made from state to state, sometimes it felt like it was just too burdensome to carry. Sometimes I even thought it was plain worthless—who needs something that everyone else has anyway?
And then along came this past Christmas/Holiday Season. For the first time in years, I have almost no money to spend on those I truly love and cherish in my life and I was wondering how on earth I could give them something special so that they would all know how very much I love them and care…
And then I remembered my original gift that I've had all these years. It is something so precious and so valuable that why not just share it? I mean, why be selfish with something that can be treasured and loved and held dear by all those who I hold dear? I realize now that I don't even have to wait for the Holiday Season to share it—I can share it with anyone and everyone that cares to be included and especially with those that I love dearly.
This gift? It is my life. My heart. My time. The knowledge and experience that I’m gaining with each new day. I can share this gift by just being ME, by being true to myself, by being the loving, giving, caring soul that I have always been. I do not need fancy, expensive, store bought presents to give out—I can give out pieces of my life, an abundance of love from my heart, and my time to those who are in need, who truly want and desire a precious bit of truth and love.
And best of all? This gift will last into eternity, because with each piece of my heart, my life, my time that I share, a tiny bit stays with those who I reach out to share with and they in turn will share their gifts and before long, this most awesome gift will be seen, felt, held and experienced by all who care to share and become a part of this huge, huge gift that we call LIFE.
Now, how awesome is THAT????
when all along I should have been listening to myself and shutting out
all the hatefulness and cruelty surrounding me.
Had I thrown away my gift I might never have found
the many joys that encompass my life now.
Know that your gift is just as special and worthwhile as mine or anyone else's gift of life is.
YOU are precious.
In the light of the dark
Lies a space a door really
To a whole other world
You would think its easy to enter
You think thing it's simple
Nothing is simple in life
Nothing is as it seems
But you see my world has
It's own set of rules
Rules that are so wrong
Their right but to understand
Them its a problem in itself
Luck to all who think they understand
The time when you think you understand
That is when you are the most
Enter my world at your own risk
If you can that is
Xoxo the mysterious girl you see in the night lieing under the moon
P.s never trust your mind
In my world your mind won't
Know the difference between
Right or wrong , day or night
My life's a secret care to enter
Pop, Pop pop, Pop, Pop, Pop pop, Pop,
Boom, Boom boom, Bfff, Boom, Boom boom, Bfff,
Shsh, Shsh Shsh, Ffwka ffwka ffwka,
Five, Four, Three, Two, Oooooonnnnnneeeee,
Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit,
Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit,
Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwoooooochhhhhhhhitttttt,
Now get down, I get down, Now get down, I get down,
Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhhhhhhhh,
Vooooooooo Booom, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede,
Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Uuuuuuhwaaaaaaaa
I see the skyline of the city at sunset. Smoke from my cigarettes rises, Dancing around us.
We sit in silence,
Watching the sky darken.
I look at you,
Take in every strong line of your face.
I notice in the fading light,
Just how stunning your carmel skin looks intertwined in my milky white hand.
I inhale in the darkness,
Letting it envelope me.
Fireworks start to erupt in the distance. I exhale,
watching as they glow in sympathy. Stardust and sprinkling colors surround.
It's so magical with our mountain view. You kissed me tonight,
as I thought you should.
Perhaps it was the whisky,
That made us so bold.
I don't know why it is,
That I couldn't help but kiss you back. Even though I knew,
It wouldn't last longer then fireworks and a cigarette.
Wasn't I quiet enough for you?
Did I keep your secret tucked far enough under the sheets,
Where even now,
You can't admit I have laid.
Because if you did,
You'd have to admit the never leaving,
Because it never left.
Longing always lingers in the silence between.
You've hidden me in the folds of the blanket.
Always searching through memories,
Just for a moment of what once was.
I can't return your calls.
My absence now echos through us both.
The indent of my body growing stale,
Like fading perfume on the pillow.
I know it in the way you once kissed me.
You only whisper my name to the bed sheets.
Transitioning from then to now, she contemplates her place. But time that passes proves evident, by the wrinkles on her face.
She looks down at her worn hands, as they reflect her tears. Free Yourself branded on her wrists, so it may absorb her fears.
Place it in a basket, flowers bloom of lust. Building walls impenetrable, bricks made of magic dust.
Fairytales they faded out, so many years ago. Buried in the person she sees, yet her reflection doesn't show.
Shame woven into me, to escape the things I've done. In shadow it reminds me, it's a battle that can't be won.
Fingerprints along the walls, that match my very hand. It holds to gently or grips to tight, and lost is the magic sand.
Where were you all that time ago, when I needed strength the most? Now my past self haunts me, like the lingering of a ghost.
Never is there a witch when you need one, to cast a magic spell. Circles drawn and cauldrons bubbled, the day I saved myself from hell.
If I were a Wordsmith, with power in my pen,
I would write your demise, a slow, painful end.
I would cut you so deep, with my words you would bleed,
The pain overwhelming, with each word that you read.
You would choke on every promise that you had ever broken,
You would hear me loud and clear, though no words ever spoken.
My emotions catch fire, and now your suffocating,
You begin to understand, but all this time I've spent waiting,
Has made me cold and numb to all you may need,
Your cries fuel my fire, my thoughts gasoline.
If I were a wordsmith, with power in my pen,
I would make you feel the pain and the weight of your sin.