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Marrisa Jul 2017
We are called to stand by for Him,
even if you’re standing alone,
even if it costs our own life.
God cannot love us less,
but we can love Him more.
If He had a weakness,
it would be His love for us.
While we chose sin over Him,
He still had a home for us in His heart;
He will never put anything before us.
We are His most valuable work of art.
Marrisa Jul 2017
Pain brings me back.
Every time I open my eyes it's to this anguish,
blinding me to all else.
It's the only thing that convinces me I'm still here.
Faces flash.
Hands hold me down.
None of it registers.
None of it sinks into me like the burning torment of my body.
The agony radiates through all of me.
The only thing I can do is surrender to the blanket of dark
where I feel nothing, see nothing.
Where even nightmares cannot find me.
Where I can cease to exist.
Marrisa Jul 2017
Nothing lasts forever,
So this sadness will pass.
So will the happiness and pain.
Once it's over, see what you've gained.
A new lesson, a new experience.
Sometimes we let it cloud your judgement
or rain on our parade.
If you think you don’t make a difference in this world,
remember one rain drop raises the ocean.
Forgetting all about the time spent
on our hopeless charades.
You never think about the big picture
but live in the present.
What is wrong with that is a lecture,
one that nobody remembers.
Never admitting you were wrong
but hoping everything is done.
You're never promised tomorrow,
so spend time wisely and stay strong.
Marrisa Jul 2017
Sandy hair, buzzed short,
and bright blue eyes like mine.
Just a little boy, he is;
seven years old to be exact.
They grow up so fast.
He cannot help but be energetic,
running and playing and shouting;
Curtain climbing and ant stomping.
He's my little bubble, so easy to pop.
I might be overprotective, but try my best.
We're going to be moving away soon,
he'll be the last bird in the nest.
Marrisa Jul 2017
I've been hurt,
and I’ve been heartbroken,
I’ve been sad,
and I’ve been depressed,
I've cried,
but I don't wanna let it ruin my life.

Sometimes we need to go through the pain
and mistakes to be able to appreciate
and understand what we really value
and want in our lives.
Marrisa Jul 2017
It used to be a perfect, happy home.
Children, a father, a mother.
There were sisters and brothers;
they'd play for hours.
Daddy would go to work,
while Mommy watched the kids.
But one day.. Daddy didn't come home.
The little ones never heard the mean words
or saw the bruises and cuts covered in makeup.
Never saw what happened behind closed doors.
Mommy tried to work,
the older kids did chores.
After they paid bills, no money was left over.
The broken family was poor..
No more playing or having fun;
all that was done.
The kids that left barely returned,
since mother fell ill.
What happened to perfect?
  Jul 2017 Marrisa
Mishael Ward
As I sat there praying on my knees.
I thought of what Jesus did for me.
How he shed his blood on calvary
So that satan's shackles on man would be broken free.
How could someone so powerful and perfect,
Have so much love and compassion for the unworthy?

This is the love I want to share with others
He said "delight in giving to one another,"
“be quick to forgive"
So I lift my hands in joy for what Jesus did.
his love hung for hours on a tree
so that people all over the world could be set free.
That, my friend, is what Jesus did for me.
Poem by: Mishael Ward
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