I am going to school
to teach myself when
no one is teaching me

I am tired of not understanding
because the concepts rip me
apart, my thoughts all filter
through the knowledge and
I'm left where I was at the

start

Look at the scars
intricate artwork
whispering stories in serpentine patterns
they cannot be rewritten
but they can scream for eternity
tracing patterns across a body
invisible or prominent
open them up
read their book
smother in the lines
of scars that never fade
burning hot

Love is patient,
Love is kind.
No sweet-talking boy
Will change my mind.
My morals are strong,
They aren't up for debating.
But I hear that true love
Is worth all the waiting.
I know you're out there somewhere
And someday I'll call you mine.
Whether it's years from now, or maybe days,
It's in God's perfect time.
So until then,
I will try to be
More like Jesus
And less like me.
I will focus on the one
Who loved me first.
The one who's always been there
At my best and worst
I'll prepare my heart,
The wellspring of my life.
And strive to become
A Godly future wife.
For what I want most
Will ultimately be;
A Christ-centered relationship
Between you and me.©

Get up, get going.
Life is all about time.
The clocks busy hands
Will never unwind.
What's done is done
It's all in the past.
We're chasing after things
That we know will never last.
What's here today
May be gone tomorrow.
Time cannot be bought
Nor borrowed.
So why do we devote it
To meaningless things
And forget to thank God
For each blessing He brings?
Why do we waste time in gossip
About one another
And fail to lend a hand
to our sister or our brother?
How can we be too busy
To silently pray
But have time to tell Facebook
All about our day?
Are we losing sight
Of what life is about?
What went wrong
To cause many to doubt?
Here's a humbling thought
That may cause a fuss;
We were made for HIM.
Not He for us.
Live a life of purpose
Throughout all your days.
Seek God in all you do,
Turn your blessings into praise.
Be His hands and feet
To do the work He has for you.
Be a light in this dark world
And let it shine all through.
Get up get going,
Life is all about time.
The clocks busy hands
Will never unwind.©