Hesed,Emev.
By grace and truth, I live.
Jesus came for those who messed up.
Not for the rich, the abundance or such.
Sometimes I sit alone.
Asking why is this soul half filled, forlorn.
He turns around and makes me think.
What does this soul wants and can bring?
When I lean not on grace and truth,
but on my weakness and doubts.
That's where I fall, six feet down.
But as I sat with many in church today.
My pastor spoke of truth and grace.
Hesed,Emev.
Lord, I live.

If you looked inside her heart
You’d find a deep cavern
A lonely spirit trembling in the corner
If someone strums her heartstrings
A spirit quakes in fear
of loving, of falling, of being broken

She has made many mistakes
Doesn’t want to repeat
She has been dropped once
Shattered to pieces
Lie scattered on the floor
Like the pieces of a puzzle unsolved

She is terrified of love
Afraid she would not be able to solve the puzzle
Eventhough she has all the pieces
She needs to take a chance
and find a spark of courage

If you looked inside her heart
You’d find a not-so-empty cave
A hopeful spirit curled in the corner
Looking up to find a light
In that light she sees the picture
And is finally able
to solve the puzzle

{ n.j }

Sometimes...
Sometimes I just don't understand.
why in a world of colors
My heart is black.
Blacker than storm clouds on a day sent from hell,  
Where rain falls,
And that's the only thing
That can camouflage my tears.  
Blacker than deep waters,
Where the only incentive is to drown.
My soul is a hollowed out hole,
where the demons in me seek comfort
and none of these words could
even begin to describe this hell,
where I am trapped to live in this shell
of a body that I just want to get out,
and live and breathe as someone else.
This heat bears down on an unforgiving earth, yet I'm still cold.
This cold radiates from within me,
Turning my heart to ice,
And my soul to stone.

And he's the only one who can save me from myself.