Oh Yahweh I don’t know what else to do so if you can Yahweh help me?
Here my plea.
Oh Yahweh I fell like there is no help for me.
I know you love me Yahweh.
However, I am afraid my husband does not.
I believe that he is in love with the image he wants me to be.
I cannot be this person.
I am jest me.
So all that I really ask Yahweh is that he love me for me the way that I love him.
Yahweh if you can love me for me why cannot he.
You forgive me for my sins.
Why can't he love me?
For me?

                                                                                            BY AMY STEPHENSON
                                                     APRIL 13 2006

Missing You Is Like Having Lost A Part Of Me.
No Matter Where I Look, It Cannot Be Found Until
You Walk Into The Room And Light It Up
Just By Smiling At Me The Way That You Do.
Missing You Has Brought Me Nothing But Misery.
The Moments That We Have Shard Are What Comforts
Me Until Your Smile Comes Back Into The Room.
I Know It Will Come Soon For You Are Only A Moment Away As You Are Coming Up The Stairs To Sweep Me Away. With That Special Smile Of Yours, That Shows Me Just How
Much You Love Me.
                                               Written By Amy Stephenson
                                                     April 15 2006

WHEN YOU TAKE MY HAND IT FELLS LIKE I AM DROWNING IN THE FEELINGS I FEEL FOR YOU.
THEN YOU PULL ME CLOSER AND CLOSER AND THE WORLD STOPS WITH ANTICIPATION JUST TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. AS I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES I HERE THE HEAVENS  ABOVE START TO ROAR THEN AS YOUR LIPS COME CLOSER I START TO HEAR THE ANGELS ABOVE US START TO SING WITH JOY. THEN AT LAST IT HAPPENS YOUR LIPS TOUCH MINE THEN IT ALL COMES TOGETHER AND MAKES THE MOST EXCITING THING HAPPENS THE TRUE LOVE THAT WE HAVE FOR OTHER ERUPTS LIKE A VOLCANO INSIDE OF US.


BY AMY STEPHENSON                                                              APRIL 13 2006