It hurts me too
Believe me it does.
There's nothing so piercing like these words of yours
Could it be you are right and I am wrong?
Do we have to fight all night long?
'Everyone hurts' they say and 'we all feel pain'
So I pray that through this storm there lies a great gain.
  
It hurts me too,
Oh yes it sure does.
The pain you express makes me Want to take a pause,
Re-evaluate my passion and re-count the cost
The cost of staying true, real, affectionate and just.
There isn't a second I don't fret or fear
But They say that success only comes to those who dare.
  
It hurts me too
That my heart ain't yours
If I had my way, believe me I would use force
Bend and twist till you fit this fleshy space
Drag you, if i must to run at my pace
But we both know how fragile the heart can be
So I quit struggling and hope you find someone complimentary.

You judge my color I judge your accent
Either way I think we’re both right
You think my color makes me dark inside
I think your accent makes you worst outside
So it ends with you and I in a fight.

Why do we seek flaws in this God-made beauty?
If my color makes me stronger
And your accent makes you wiser
Don’t you think it makes a team whose strength is broader
And it sure will please Him if we held hands and walk together ?

Why think me less human
While I see you more of a beast?
When you and I are equal before Him
Because when God made man and gave him his image,
Carefully crafted to perfection, much to His pleasing

So it is not about how I see you or what you think of me
But it’s about how the Father sees us.
He came and bled on our cause
Making obvious why He chose to die on the Cross.

I was typing a poem but I lost it halfway.
Was typing from my phone so in error I press cancel.
I cant find it again, oh its all gone away.
Guess now I see my need of a pad and a pencil.

I was typing a poem; cant recall the first line.
The verses were three but now I cant see a sign
Of one line of text on my mobile phone screen,
If I didn't know better I would say someone wiped it clean.

I was typing a poem, wait let me recall;
Was it about daisies and roses?... No, not at all.
If only One wish could be granted me;
I would seek inner eyes to help my deepest memory see.

I was typing a poem I thought you would love.
It was the result of my oversight that made me write the above.
So while I morn my lost here is some heads up.
A pad and a pen is always safe for your write up.

I’m a witness of a love that is so pure and true
The same love without which there would be no me and you.
I’m a witness to the strength of its transforming power
Reviving and illuminating my darkest hour

I’m a witness of a touch that is killing, yet healing
Piercing through the flesh, it reaches the marrow with affection
Exploring intents and refining heart’s decisions
A touch is a touch but this one heals emotions

I’m a witness of a heart with large room for my weakness
Never accommodating sin but rebuking in meekness
Making available mercy in its realness
My heart is at rest cause His heart is my sweetness

I’m a witness of a savior whose love I cannot compare
He mend my broken heart and took away my despair
And now He protects me, even my every strand of hair.
He and I, what an insuperable pair.

I’m a witness of Jesus; the savior of me
Once on a cross He hung up high to set me free
And free I have been ever since.
As long as I live, on the Crossyde I’ll be.

Should I wake up, or should I not?
Reality weighs lighter in my sleep of no thought
Oh that what I see would be but mere dreams
Then sleep would be sweet and not a mirage like it seams

Should I get up, or should I not?
What makes it my business when my hand is not sought?
Here in my comfort zone it feels more than home
Why should I take a stand when I can’t change the Norm?

Should I speak up, or should I not?
I wonder if they need to be told things of this sort
It may be I posterity awaits to make the truth sound
And if they heard it once then it is I who should make it resound

Am in love with an angel,
Whose smile is divine
She floods my heart with joy like sweet wine
O the thought of gladness, when I call her mine
With astonishing beauty and charms, she is so fine.

Am in love with a princess
So I guess I’m royalty
With her by my side I command authority
Riding along the wilderness of discovering my ability
I’m always thinking straight because she’s my sanity

Am I love with a genius
She’s one of a kind
Having short comings though but to them I choose to go be blind
Once I had my worst times but she also didn’t mind
Oh thank heavens cause at last, my joy I now find.