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Eddie Starr Aug 2014
Even though the hurt physical and emotional, I have but only one source.
My only source of Hope, is not in me, other people, things nor situations.
But in a true Savior, for I can die at anytime, I can hurt anytime as well.
There is no Hope in others, because they are just people, whom live.
But they can die anytime for as the bible states we are not promise a tomorrow.
So once we see just how temporary any of our lives truly are here.
We can see just how desperate we truly are there is nothing promise.
Thus once we realize the truth of the matter, we will see desperation.
In our lives because we become desperate for true Hope which is in Christ.
  Aug 2014 Eddie Starr
Marian
I don't know what the paths of life will bring
Still I must trust in him I must believe
I received him I know that for sure yet in life there are many
hardships to endure at times there are battles along the path that
make me confused and shaken but about His love I cannot be
mistaken
He who made the blind man see can surely repair my feeble hands
and weakening knees
He can restore to me my faith, hope and security
I place my problems at Jesus feet in him their is victory not defeat.
We walk down His path day by day
If things are too difficult, He'll show us the way
He is our shelter in the time of storm
And He protects us from harm
When we pray to Him, He is ever near
And every prayer He doth hear
We do not know what the paths of life will bring
But we will continue to praise Him and sing

*Ann Johnson & Marian
Written by Ann Johnson and Marian as a duet of poetesses!! :)
We hope you enjoy it!! :)
God bless!! ~<3
  Aug 2014 Eddie Starr
purple orchid
White paint peels off to leave the walls bare,
naked and exposed to
elements.
Much like her soul.
Starved of love and affection,
accepted but not wanted.
Tolerated.
The sun casts her shadows on those
she frowns upon,
leaving winding roads to spiral out of control.
Time shifts her world from
it's axis as it progresses,
it doesn't heal,
it doesn't lessen,
It just is.
Echoes of your voice ricochets
to find her heart,
carrying the exact weight they
did the second they fled your tongue,
never shedding an ounce of momentum

"The waves of pain
that had only lapped at her
before now
reared up high and pulled her under .."
  Aug 2014 Eddie Starr
SG Holter
I love how the viking comes out
In you when you drink, but

Sometimes a woman needs
Not to be hurt

At
All."
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