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God So Loved me that he gave....

And So I begin each day
lifting up praises to Him above.

He's the ultimate source of my love.

Each day there's Psalms singing sweetly,
accompanied by my piano of faith

Every note of my life is guided by God because
The measure of a woman is not her figure,
but her ability to dance when the music stops.

The major key is that He loves me at all times;

The perfect lover of my soul.

If I attempt to go solo, He reminds me that we must
live in one  a chord.

I simply keep up with the tempo.

By His miraculous ways, He gives me favor and grace
orchestrating a choir with ultimate harmony.

I guess you say, what can make me feel this way....

My God;

I have so much Love
I'm an unfinished symphony performed with joyful cresendoes
in the cadence of His time.
i wish i could get inside Your head
and figure out what You were thinking
when
You created the universe.
i wish i could get inside Your head
when
You made me.
what was going through Your head
when
You formed my tiny feet and hands
my face
my heart
my mind?
what was going through Your head
when
i said yes to You?
i wish i could get inside Your head
and figure out what You were thinking
when
Your son died for me.
i probably wouldn't
understand what was going through Your head
because
Your mind is
infinite and complex and everywhere
so i will settle
with thinking that You were thinking
that You loved
me.
One of my favorites that I have written. God is too big and his mind is unfathomable, but of one thing I am certain: He loves me.
Please understand,
before this goes any further
than a friendly "hello".

I'm a little crazy.
Not crazy-good.
But the kind riding
on the side of delusional.
My brain spins in circles,
days & nights.
An awful sickness,
from dusk to dawn.

I'll have you know,
I'm the kind of crazy,
that has to take pills.
Jagged little circles,
ingested down my throat.
Digested,
to calm me down.

Please, don't judge me.
The doctor says it's normal.
But sometimes
I sit and wonder.
"What is normal?"

Back on topic now,
I was told by my therapist  
not to let others judge.
But then,
I'm left imagining
everyone in white-
George Washington wigs.
Swinging a gavel
and
screaming, "Order in the court!"

I swear, I'm not too crazy...
Only a special kind of lazy...

H-hey wait... W-where are you going?
I am a little crazy.
But aren't we all?
© Victoria
your name means the sun and the sea
and you're also the star of the ocean;
so the Hebrews believed
but I can tell you my sweet
you mean the world
you mean everything to me
from the moment you were born
I fell in love with your voice
I became attached to your smile
and I became engrossed deep into those beautiful eyes
the way your curls formed a maze of wonder over your face
God had made the perfect child
above all else
amidst the surroundings
and what may seem
painfully true
there will never be a moment in time
when my heart stops beating for you
so keep laughing
and keep growing
you keep being you
keep painting the world
with the joy that is due
an angel on earth
a sea's shining star
dance the waltz of your life
my sweet Solimar
My first born niece is the center of my heart. There are circumstances that don't allow me to see her every day and I miss her immensely. She is growing too fast. But I love her all the same. I have never met such a sweet, vibrant, intelligent 6 year old so outgoing and full of life. What a beautiful soul she is!

(C) Maxwell 2014
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