hannah-baker - Hello Poetry

The relations that I have with my all mighty savior are personal, eloquent, unworthy of human words. Some people call it a religion Some, insanity However I call it life. It's that kind of higher thinking that I am elated by The fact that I am the smallest speck of dust on earth, in the millions of galaxies, in the universe compared to him I fear it. I fear his power, and his grace, and his forgiveness I fear the fact that I can ****** another human being and still be loved so much. I am not worthy I used to be doubtful. I was never doubtful of God, I always had my faith But I was so doubtful that someone so perfect could love someone so flawed. So ugly. So filthy, and rotten, and disgusting, and UNWORTHY of love. But he did. And he does, love me. And he wants me. He wants everyone, but most of all, he wants ME When I look in the mirror I no longer see that disgusting human staring back at me. I see Jesus Christ shining through me with his LOVE his all mighty and saving love that I need. This perfect man died for me. For every single thing that I am, for every atom and particle that make up every single thing that i am he DIED for it And I don't think I will ever be able to comprehend his love But I sure am grateful for it.

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Aug 15, 2013

Aug 15, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC

hannah-baker

relations

The relations that I have with my all mighty savior are personal, eloquent, unworthy of human words. Some people call it a religion Some, insanity However I call it life. It's that kind of higher thinking that I am elated by The fact that I am the smallest speck of dust on earth, in the millions of galaxies, in the universe compared to him I fear it. I fear his power, and his grace, and his forgiveness I fear the fact that I can ****** another human being and still be loved so much. I am not worthy I used to be doubtful. I was never doubtful of God, I always had my faith But I was so doubtful that someone so perfect could love someone so flawed. So ugly. So filthy, and rotten, and disgusting, and UNWORTHY of love. But he did. And he does, love me. And he wants me. He wants everyone, but most of all, he wants ME When I look in the mirror I no longer see that disgusting human staring back at me. I see Jesus Christ shining through me with his LOVE his all mighty and saving love that I need. This perfect man died for me. For every single thing that I am, for every atom and particle that make up every single thing that i am he DIED for it And I don't think I will ever be able to comprehend his love But I sure am grateful for it.

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I’m more prone to the suspense of it all the not knowing or the knowing exactly i don’t know how some people can know so much we only use an insufficient amount of brain space we cannot possibly know everything we need to in our lifetime which leads me to the unknowing the thinking the wondering the beauty of everything that can’t be explained by humans but can only be explained by nature the feeling of loneliness at sunset but the wholeness of a sunrise

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Jun 2, 2013

Jun 2, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC

hannah-baker

Suspense

I’m more prone to the suspense of it all the not knowing or the knowing exactly i don’t know how some people can know so much we only use an insufficient amount of brain space we cannot possibly know everything we need to in our lifetime which leads me to the unknowing the thinking the wondering the beauty of everything that can’t be explained by humans but can only be explained by nature the feeling of loneliness at sunset but the wholeness of a sunrise

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the smoke swirls around the blank wind like my blank expresion i try to think of the things that matter most to me i don’t think think there is anything people are expendable they don’t stay they don’t care they don’t matter music is there always art is there always my mind is there most of the time i am thankful for my mind bright and working twirling like the smoke around the empty wind

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Jun 2, 2013

Jun 2, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC

hannah-baker

Smoke

the smoke swirls around the blank wind like my blank expresion i try to think of the things that matter most to me i don’t think think there is anything people are expendable they don’t stay they don’t care they don’t matter music is there always art is there always my mind is there most of the time i am thankful for my mind bright and working twirling like the smoke around the empty wind

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I used to hate rain, I found no beauty in it. But then I realized that I found so much beauty in things that come from places uglier than where they were created. And rain helps that. Rain helps flowers grow in swamps, and grass grow in desolate land. From that, I learned that rain helps the soul. It helps it see the beauty in nature, and not just the storms.

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Jun 2, 2013

Jun 2, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC

hannah-baker

Rain

I used to hate rain, I found no beauty in it. But then I realized that I found so much beauty in things that come from places uglier than where they were created. And rain helps that. Rain helps flowers grow in swamps, and grass grow in desolate land. From that, I learned that rain helps the soul. It helps it see the beauty in nature, and not just the storms.

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