that-girl-1
Though all written by me, I do not own these words. / I am simply an observer, a communicator, and a believer. / / —-██—— Put this on / —-██—— your profile / ██████—if you’re not / -—██—— embarrassed / —-██—— to tell others / —-██—— that you / —-██—— believe in God / / / "If a nightmare ever does unfold, / perspective is a lovely hand to hold" / -Relient K
Be tender if it kills you
Take the punches like a tree
Let the nasty words dissolve in air
with the yelling and the screams
You can't hurt me, anymore
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Shout aloud true gospel tunes
Open the window
Look outside
Give all the darkness no place to hide
Listen to the birds
Borrow their song
Ride the easy notes to get you along
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
A missing piece,
A broken connection,
A shallow ocean of following convention,
Being polite, being together...
feels so alone.
They're missing the spirit.
They're missing a fire.
I don't understand how they doubt all that's higher.
Help me to love them,
In ways that I can.
I pray they discover my peace,
The great I AM.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
Maybe it's the same feeling that someone had 125 years ago
Maybe the white walls are starving a vibrant soul
Dull inside
Dull
Here
Do you ever want to just...
step into the wheat fields?
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
Blunt force breaks glass
So does resonnance
I hope I'm not that delicate
Because you sure do resonate
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
The day is still young,
and forgetful;
Forgiving your first attempts
Forgetting the morning's hiccups,
Now is the time for you to do the same
The day has so much to offer,
as do you.
So hold your breathe and count to ten,
Pick back up and try again
The day is still young,
has so much to offer,
and so do you
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Rain is a funny thing,
but so is perspective.
I used to think of the rain,
with its heavy gray clouds swelling up with water,
just as my hopeless eyes do with tears.
If mayday parade had been an emotion,
I thought it was the rain.
Now Lord I know this to be true:
The rain is cool and refreshing,
hard downpour so calming but amazing.
Each rain drop brings life and new growth.
Rain is a funny thing,
but so is perspective.
God you change mine.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
One second frozen in time.
Your life stopped on a dime.
If it was captured,
In a quick snapshot,
Would this be a photo you orded doubles of?
Is it you staring at your bright screen?
Or with bright smile one your face?
If every moment is significant,
It appauling home much of it we waste!
Are you passing the time?
Of fulfilling your purpose?
Do you know it yet?
When the trumpet sounds,
On that mysterious day,
Will you be glad to be taken away?
Will you feel like you've done your job?
Or maybe that your time was robbed?
Will you regret each lazy hour spent?
Or be ready to finally ascend?
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
My heart is the robin's egg that fell from it's nest.
Delicate, cracked,
the prettiest shade of blue
Not pulled away by the gasp of the wind,
Not scooted out by an unforgiving orange feline
My heart tried to fly before it's robin had hatched.
Even dreams(ers) have their limitations
Emerging from the blue shell the creature is wounded
very much alive,
very much curious,
newly cautious.
Wings unfolded but yet to soar.
Perhaps one day the wind will guide.
Perhaps one day the dreams will be suited
Perhaps one day I'll fly
but first I will heal
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC