I broke your heart.
I made you cry…
Don’t you know that kills me?
In making my mistake, I hurt me
And I hurt you.
They say through your Mercy,
Your heavenly Grace,
Your sweet forgiveness,
I can be forgiven.
My nice white dress
Soaked in scarlet,
Bleeding crimson,
Can be clean again.
But how is that fair?
You died on the cross for me,
You let them drive crude cut nails
Into your gentle, loving hands.
With a crown of thorns upon your holy head,
They mocked you.
You cried in anguish,
“Take this cup from me…”
And bled from every pore.
I was up there watching.
Standing silently, doing nothing.
I watched you suffer for me.
I watched you pay for my failures,
My mistakes,
My weaknesses.
Why did you do that?
Because now, when it’s my turn to live,
My turn to suffer,
You don’t stand idly and watch me cry.
You hold my hand,
You dry my tears,
You give me strength.
Why?
Why have you done this for me?
You bled for me,
You cried for me,
You hurt for me.
Yet for my mistakes,
For the pain I’ve caused you,
All I can say is sorry?
“Sorry” can’t be enough…
Can it?
How can I walk away unscathed
While you bear my scars?

I see the light shine on your face.
You look down and then you giggle.
I wonder what has made you smile…
“That’s for me to know,”
you say.
Okay then.

I hear the chime again.
Then the smile,
and a frenzied tapping.
I can’t help but roll my eyes.
And you don’t notice—
but I knew you wouldn’t.

You look up and pretend to be
engaged in what’s around.
But I know why your foot’s tapping
impatiently.
Finally another chime,
like funeral bells

I’m watching you,
but I don’t think you notice.
How is it,
that the ones who are not present,
have become more present
than the ones who are?

I once was a sailor,
braving the seas of desire.
I was young and I was stupid—
oh, how I regret it.

The waves, they numbed me.
The wind, it soothed me.
I thought all was well and good—
I was very, very wrong.

Desire is a lying, vengeful thing.
I learned this with pain that still stings.
I thought I knew what I wanted—
but by the sea I was blinded.

I was rocked, my will was swayed.
I thought no one could give me aid.
The sky was dark—
and so was my heart.

And then I saw with wond’ring awe,
a lighthouse set upon a hill.
But it was far—
and I was scared.

So I shut my eyes,
the dark was ice.

Then the waves, they took me,
somewhere, somewhere out to sea.
But quicker than my heart could sigh—
I was left alone to die.

Surely in my messed up mind,
I knew how desire could bind,
faster than a viper—
you’re never truly free.

I tried my very hardest,
to take the weight from off my chest.
To steer my boat away—
from all the crushing, burning guilt.

Then I felt something on my hands,
and saw that they were iron bands.
I couldn’t flee, I couldn’t move—
I was a prisoner to myself.

I was a slave of my wicked will,
captured under an evil spell.
Yet my conscience left untouched—
so that I felt every single little cut.

I tried with all I had to fight,
for I knew this wasn’t right.
I should be home safe and sound—
not sinking in this sea of sin.

Yet there was no land in sight,
no end, no hint of saving light.
I thought, I felt, and I believed—
that I was wicked in my heart.

My fate was set, my time was up,
consigned to drink the bitter cup.
From me, Hope’s saving grace had fled—
but that was when Her light returned.

I saw a radiant, beaming glow,
shining bright to shun the foe.
Once again I closed my eyes—
though this time it was for shame.

But then I heard a voice appear
that pierced me to my very core.
My eyes were opened—
my heart took courage.

That little beam of light,
it led me from my plight.
Yet still I struggled long and hard—
to brave the reefs of penance.

But because my goal was in my mind,
my iron chains I could unbind.
And through that blessed, saving Grace—
I soon docked at Heaven’s wharf.

Don't wait for the perfect time
That's possibly never going to come
Grab the ****,
Walk out the door,
Seize all the hours of the day
And get that one thing you've been praying for.

Who am I?
It seems like such a simple question,
And in all honesty, it is.
The challenge comes in answering it.
Because the answers come in layers
That must be unraveled
Like a ball of yarn.

Who am I?
In kindergarten we drew self portraits,
And we filled out worksheets
That told the world "All About Me."
My hair is blonde, my eyes are blue.
I like the colors red and gold,
And I love to eat chocolate.

Who am I?
As we got older, we developed hobbies.
"We are defined by what we do."
I like psychology, so I'm a nerd.
But challenge me to a riveting game of Clue,
And I'll read your mind and win the game.
So I guess being a nerd has its perks.

Who am I?
Well, I like to think that I'm a musician.
My fingers dance across keys of black and ivory,
And I smile as sweet harmonies
Fill the vacancies of the room.
I believe music is heard with the ears,
But felt with the soul.

Who am I?
I choose to be an optimist.
Because life is too short
To spend it without a smile.
I laugh at simple things
Because I love to laugh,
Simple as that.

Who am I?
I am a fighter.
I have struggles, just like the rest of humanity.
I'm not perfect, but I'm not a quitter either.

Who am I?
I'm a loving sister and a loyal friend.
Till the very end of time,
I will stand by the ones I love.
I believe in a God who believes in me.
He is my anchor, my light, and my friend.
In His strength, I CAN succeed.

Who am I?*
I am the person I choose to become.