Scars have a way
As memories they bring,
Not always fond,
Reminiscence takes wing.
The story told
Gives a glimpse of a life,
Hidden before
From a now new friend’s eyes.
“This one happened
When I fell from my bike.
The one up here
From a dangerous hike.
This one is from
A mishap with our goat.”
Two tousled heads
Exam scars and take note.
Nothing is felt,
Not a glimmer of pain,
But the mem’ry
Of affliction remains.
Lessons are learned,
And now shared with a friend,
Scars bear witness
That wounds can heal and mend.
Wounds to the heart
Can heal and mend as well.
Christ the healer
Takes away pain once felt.
Giving others
A glimpse of now healed scars,
Yields a lesson
And draws closer our hearts.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
The coldness, in it creeps
nightmares, disturb my sleep
all is magnified without you
The heaviness, holding me
it's grip so menacing
lost is the sunlight I once knew
The darkness, settling in
fighting before it begins
not sure if I am strong enough
The silence, so loud inside
fearing, there's nowhere to hide
Is this what it's like without love?
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
Did you hear me say that I love you
Did you hear me say until the very end
Well if you heard that I take it all back
You will never hear me say it again
Did you hear me say that you are precious
Did you hear me say you're all I need in life
Well now that I know everything about you girl
Let's just say it was a lie
Did you hear me say it in a moment of passion
Did you hear me say it out of ignorance
Well if it is I did you can believe on this
It will never again pass these lips
Did you hear me say we'd stay together
Did you hear me say until the bitter end
Well the bitter taste in my mouth I'm spitting out
And will never taste of it again
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
MAY God be praised for woman
That gives up all her mind,
A man may find in no man
A friendship of her kind
That covers all he has brought
As with her flesh and bone,
Nor quarrels with a thought
Because it is not her own.
Though pedantry denies,
It's plain the Bible means
That Solomon grew wise
While talking with his queens.
Yet never could, although
They say he counted grass,
Count all the praises due
When Sheba was his lass,
When she the iron wrought, or
When from the smithy fire
It shuddered in the water:
Harshness of their desire
That made them stretch and yawn,
pleasure that comes with sleep,
Shudder that made them one.
What else He give or keep
God grant me -- no, not here,
For I am not so bold
To hope a thing so dear
Now I am growing old,
But when, if the tale's true,
The Pestle of the moon
That pounds up all anew
Brings me to birth again --
To find what once I had
And know what once I have known,
Until I am driven mad,
Sleep driven from my bed.
By tenderness and care.
pity, an aching head,
Gnashing of teeth, despair;
And all because of some one
perverse creature of chance,
And live like Solomon
That Sheba led a dance.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
What did I do to make Him desire me?
Even my best that I could do
Was filthy rags and not enough to please
A Holy God Who could not view
All of the sin that covered me.
There was nothing in me to draw His heart to mine
But yet He sought to make a way
That I’d commune with His heart tho divine
He made a way that He could rain
His love down on fallen mankind
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
She never noticed the love He offered
She never knew His Heart
He wanted more of Her
What She performed wasn’t enough
She just never spent time in His Presence
Doing all the right things
She had tried to please Him
but yet...
Saddest words ever
“I never knew You”
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
How do you make emotions stop?
Take love to the edge, then let it drop?
How can you just let it all go,
When holding tight is all that you know?
Never just turned and walked away
With a heart that’s crying out to stay.
Letting go just takes all your might,
When doing what’s best doesn’t feel right.
Knowing there is no one to blame,
Knowing who it was that fanned the flame.
Knowing who chose to cross that line,
Hanging too tight to what wasn’t mine.
Wrapped up so tightly in this web,
Yet wanting to tear away instead.
Walk away and just let it go,
It sounds so easy, and yet I know,
Its so hard to just let it lay.
Wish it wouldn’t have to be this way.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Silently
She built a wall
Silently
Because it was
Too hard to explain why
Silently
She built a wall
Stepped behind
To hide her self
No one could hurt her now
Silently
She hid her pain
Silently
She let none near
The wall was not enough
Silently
She built more walls
Silently
She made a fort
Encompassed by her walls
The walls let
No Light inside
The Silence
Became a tomb
Her heart became a stone
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
So many hurting people
Every where I look.
They glorify their cover
But I can read them like a book.
Pages of sin, hardened hearts,
Friendships tearing apart.
More pain than one can ever bear,
Smile in place, pretend not to care.
Wipe a tear and lend an ear,
Is all that I can do.
Want to change their song and dance,
Wish I could change their circumstance.
The pages of my story,
Loathsome with no glory,
Reads much the same as all theirs.
Will I lift the cover, pages bare?
Let them see they’re not alone,
I can not cast a stone.
Show them how the pages change
When Christ begins to rearrange.
Clean pages, neatly written
Follow nothing hidden.
Circumstances still the same,
He changes the meaning of pain.
Now a story with purpose,
When from sin He turns us.
Pain still there, it hurts the same
But now being used for my gain.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC