You don't have to run from me anymore
You don't have to hold back
See i'm just as real as anyone else
and i can be just as:
(Open)

But, do i have to be more for you?
Or am i just enough.
Around all others, through all storms,
Will you love me just as much:
(For Being Me)

You check all the box's
You fill all the blanks
And i'm not giving up
Because for you, your:
(Worth The Wait)

I don't always know my heart,
But there's one above who does.
And when i'm lost and insecure
And we both need a cure:
(He'll catch us every time)

When the day comes that every thing is perfect.
I can guarantee our love will be as well.
I'll wrap you in my arms, to never let you go
and ill hold you so tightly, as to tell:
(I love you)

Our hands will lace, just like our paths,
We will walk. Run.. Sing and Strum.
We'll kick off our shoes, and cast away our fears,
and i'll be the one to catch:
(Your Tears)

Not only through our path,
but purpose we'll unite.
and we'll praise our God
for giving us:
(Life)

And when your feet have no where to go
Ill carry you when you fall (not by my strength alone).
So when the day is rainy, and your swept up in the tide.
Ill kiss you on the cheek, and stay:
(By your side)

But i know if i hold on too tight
Ill miss my given life
If i never ever let go (And lose everything in the process)
But if i'm true to myself, and true to my God:
(Then our life will come in time)

I pulled this poem from out of the mirror

Its reflection reminds me of you

There's a tiny dark spot in the corner that's got

The slightest bit hidden from view

The mirror takes all that it sees

Justifying the lines in between

Redefining the meaning of need

In what the mirror sees and what it believes

how can something so beautiful
hurt so much?

~

******* nature


Lovely pink roses on a stone wall
like buttons on a cotton dress
climbing to the top
opening when the light finds
spring breeze interludes frolicking beyond the
painted iron gate

Swinging hinges sing the melody of love
as soft thorns pull at cloth canopies
of translucent chiffon and soft lace hue,
releasing vine clung threads,
knotted of perfume, watching as buttons
free fall to the lawn, like so many petals

Christ the living saviour
Once died upon the cross
He willingly gave his life
For men like us , Lost

He was tortured , beaten, mocked
Then nailed upon the tree
This great pain he endured
For men like you and me

Upon the cross he hung
A spear ****** into his side
Father please forgive them
Are words our saviour cried

A crown of painful thorns
Was pressed upon his head
His blood flowed down his body
Till the saviour at last was dead

A thief hung on his left
A thief hung on his right
When Christ gave up the ghost
The day was turned to night

Placed into a borrowed tomb
His body laid as if it were froze
Then just as he had promised
On the third day he arose

With victory over death
He came forth from the grave
With victory over death
That men through faith in him be saved

He showed himself to many
Then to heaven he did ascend
An angel said to those present
This same Christ you shall see again

To the earth he shall return
The words written they are true
Christ he is coming back
For men like me and you