Dear Mr. King of Kings,
You are my Father, my mother, my God my life. I live for You everyday; I love You Christ. You are more than I can explain, way more than plain, Your trust is what I want to gain. I am living today because on the cross You felt pain. The price was paid. Good look at the day You've made.
Well Jesus let me be real with You for a moment. I walk everyday just to listen to a word that You'll spoken. Because of how You spent the day at the cross You walked and went to the rugged ol' bent cross You died for me. Now Jesus look at what You did for me. You D-I-E-D F-O-R M-E How could this be? The son of the King doing this for a wretch like me.
Now Lord I am asking for one thing please. Most people ask for a G double O D double E but not me. All I want is to be me, innocent and clean. The me who You say I am, G. Just look at John 3 16. I am hurt and need to be healed. I need to feel that comfort You have when we kneel, You God at the last meal. Jesus You are my Father, my mother, my God, my life; I will continue living for You God; I still love You Christ.
This is for You Mr. King of Kings,
Love always Your Princess Darling.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
Dear Mr. King of Kings,
I am listening to You, trying to get the answers I need. God You are my life, my future, my wife. Yeah, my wife. I know that I am sitting here typing You this letter, Your princess. I am still married to You Lord. I want You to know that I am in a battle with my mind, it is not kind, it is just on rewind. I am sick of my past G, I need a new history. I ask You to help me. Help me. I need Your help.
I love You Mr. King of Kings,
Love always Your Princess Darling
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
There is a battle between you and I, let me win and you will be mine.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
When I see the stars, I think of You.
When I see a crown, You're all I see.
I love You, Mr. King of Kings.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
The
feeling
of
her
body
underneath
mine.
Her
kiss
that
makes
me
m
e
l
t.
Her
eyes
that
I
am
d r a w n
t o w a r d s.
B
r
o
k
e
n
n e s s
that demands
to be
felt.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
The feeling of your hand rub against my leg.
Not knowing where your hand has been,
I take it to interlock with mine.
My broken heart slowly shooting sparks.
The butterflies awake in my stomach.
My feet are lifted off the ground as my head is in the clouds.
Your hand slips out of mine,
and into another.
Now her feet are lifted.
Now her heart is shooting sparks.
I see the twinkle in her eyes as she looks at you.
My heart stopped shooting sparks.
My feet found the ground.
I hands are in my pockets.
Until you come back around...
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
I've been the one to shake with fear
And wonder if You're even here
I've been the one to doubt Your love
I've told myself You're not enough
I've been the one to try and say
I'll overcome by my own strength
I've been the one to fall apart
And to start to question who You are
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
He is a mother for the motherless.
I never really thought about that sentence before. I am motherless. Even though I have a mother, I am motherless.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC