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Gracie Knoll Feb 2016
Rubies, sapphires, emeralds, gold
Diamonds, platinum, silver, bronze
But above all others comes the pearl
Beauty made from suffering
Hard earned reward from hardship itself
The precious pearl was made from tears
Sculpted out of pain
And now she adorns a woman's neck
And shines her beauty forth
So all can see that out of darkness comes the light
Gracie Knoll Feb 2016
Everybody sees
The worst side of me
They always seem to find
A darker frame of mind
When I send them beauty
They only see the cruelty
When I give them love
They go ahead and break their hearts
And then they say that I am cruel
And that I don't play by any rules
But maybe it is time for you
To see the beauty I put on show
Look at the sky and see the birds
Look to the ocean and feel the waves
Walk through a forest of beauty
And know that I put it there for you
It's time to see the little in things in life, and enjoy them.
Gracie Knoll Feb 2016
There is a symphony within me
I feel it gather and build inside me
Soon it will flow over and consume me With its song
I will loose myself in it
And let it take me away
I will rise and fall on the waves of its melody
I will be washed away on the tide of music
And then one day I awake on the shore
And as the waves retreat I find it has led me home
Gracie Knoll Feb 2016
I hear the roar of the ocean
As the waves crash upon the shore
Dashing every hope and dream upon the the rocks' fatal jaw

Slashing through my every thought
And drowning out my screams
As the salty spray quenches my soul of all its heveanly dreams

The sand rubs against my skin until it rubs it raw
It causes me to weep and bleed and still it gives me more

Tossed and thrown about by the storm
As night descends like a shadowy beast
I tell my self to just hold on
Until the morning brings me peace

And when at last the morning dawns
And when at last the deadly wind ceases
I'm left stranded on the shores
Left to gather up the broken pieces

Every shatter torn up dream
Every broken bit of my past
To mend and salvage what I can
And make a future that will last

As I tend my wounds I look to the east
A new sun rises where the old can't cope
And a feeling starts building inside me
As at last I see the hope
Gracie Knoll Feb 2016
Truth is a man of stone
No matter how we bend his words
He is the truth and he alone
We hack away at his heart with swords

We tell each other that he lies
That everything is relative
But our bendable "truth" soon dies
And leaves us dangerously adrift

Our relative truth Is flexible
That's what we want to some degree
But as the man of truth has told
The real truth will set us free
Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life..."
John 14:6

"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
John 8:32
Gracie Knoll Feb 2016
Saint valentine I thank you
For this day you helped create
It opens up our hearts
And might even change our fate

Perhaps that handsome stranger called
Or maybe your Best Friend
Possibly no one at all
But that doesn't make this the end

Love is there for everyone
But it comes in different shapes and forms
For some it's at first sight
For others twenty years

Or maybe you're one of those special
Girls or guys whose been chosen for
A different life

But I don't care about that so much
So I'll still say
Happy Valentine's Day!
Gracie Knoll Feb 2016
I tried to stand but found
That the chains around my ankles
Kept me to the ground

I thought that I could tear
The bounds that trussed me up
But the pain I could not bear

I cried out in agony
Release me from these chains!
But no one came to rescue me

Then I looked back upon my life
And saw a deserted waste
Filled with hate and strife

Oh all the things a saw
Were worse than I could imagine
And all of it I bore

Then I closed my eyes in pain
The sight was too much for me
And regretted every chain

But regret was like a poison
An acid to my soul
It became my prison

I went to every doctor
but they told me only this
One cure exists, no more

That one cure they called love
I scoffed at that and laughed
There is no thing called love

But one day I lifted my face
And there before my eyes
Was a man they called him Grace

As I struggled with my loss
He bent down and kissed my cheek
And died upon a cross

And when his blood was spilled
It washed away my sin
And cleansed me of my guilt
He can do it for you too. He already has.
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