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Beating WindMy heart full of weight beats like a wet leaf moving in the wind. / Resisting but still moving. / When the rain comes it will be beaten down and lay still,

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Jan 12, 2010

BurnAm I confusing this sorrow in my heart for love? How can the desire for acceptance hurt so much. Not acceptance from you, I have that, oh how I have that. It's acceptance for us. / Can I risk my life as I know it for you. I would give up everything to be with you and I'd be happy even if we crashed and burned. At least we'd be burning together. / Together we are stronger. I will no longer hold back. Its time to put aside the aching fear of doubt and rise from the ashes we chose to create.

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Dec 11, 2011

Child of GodLittle girl, why do you run to that thing you call love? Why do you let yourself be used and abused? I'm here calling you to come back to Me. / I see you turn to look and then choose to go your own way. Why do you give yourself away? You are breaking My heart. You are Mine, a child of God. / I can give you more. That emptiness you feel when you are by yourself can be filled. With Me you are never alone.

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Dec 11, 2011

For a SoldierSurrounded by people. So alone. / Distance separates us but their voices are farther. / I smile and nod at them,

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Jan 31, 2010

Hello LonelyLaying curled up trying to think of nothing. / Ipod playing music unheard. / The wall comes in and out of focus. Stare too long and you see new things.

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Jan 13, 2010

Hello LonelyLaying curled up trying to think of nothing. / Ipod playing music unheard. / The wall comes in and out of focus. Stare too long and you see new things.

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May 25, 2014

Nation of QuittersA year into our marriage he said he wanted out. I said no I'm not giving up. / Society tells us "Do what makes you happy." We are a nation of quitters. It's ok to quite at the slightest inconvenience, "It's just not for you, that's ok." / No it's not ok.

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Apr 30, 2014

Running to be FreeRun. / You run and I run with you. / We run together not caring whats behind us. Though it cares about us.

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Apr 29, 2014

Running to Be FreeRun. / You run and I run with you. / We run together not caring whats behind us. Though it cares about us.

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Jan 12, 2010

StrugglingThe storm of life surrounds me. I didn't ask for this.I stepped out in faith, but am left with no faith.I see two clearings. One behind me where I came from. One ahead, but I have to go deeper into the storm to get to it.My body is tense with indecision.If I go back I know I can find peace for a time. Contentment in apathy.What lies ahead? Do I want to know?I'm tired of the storm, so weary. I'm also tired of all the apathy and disobedience.All of the sudden I hear a faint call."Find me." it says.I'm frozen in place. "I don't know, Lord. Help me.""Trust me." the voice whispers."But I did, God. And this is where you brought me." I cry brokenhearted."I trusted you God. I know you will never leave me or forsake me. I don't trust myself to be who you want me to be."I'm on my knees now. The storm beating against all sides of me."Trust me!" the voice is yelling now. "Forget about yourself. Find me. Look to me and then you will find both yourself and me."I start to stand. Unseen forces try and push me back down. The clearing ahead is so far away.I tear myself free of invisible chains.I'm running faster than I've ever run.Head bent down, arms pumping, legs straining, gasping for breath.Then it stops.Everything stops.Everything is white. I made it.I fall.Hands and knees hit first. I stay there trying to breathe evenly."God." I gasp"Yes child." He whispers."Save me." I choke out."I already have. You are free." He says gently but firmly.Tears streaming down my face I raise my head and look up.The clearing has changed. It's not white anymore.It's filled with buildings and there are sidewalks and people.The people are everywhere. Cars too.The smell of the city hits me.I'm on my knees in the middle of a crowd, in the middle of the city. In the middle of life."Now go and tell others of me." God says.I smile, bow my head for a second then stand up.Brush the grit from my bruised and ****** knees and start walking.Walking in faith again.

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Feb 21, 2010

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