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 Apr 2017 Sarah Lane
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Today, tell your soul: His grace is sufficient.

In my weariness, His grace is sufficient.
In my brokenness, His grace is sufficient.
In my failures and fears, His grace is sufficient.
In my storms, His grace is sufficient.
In my illness, His grace is sufficient.
In my loneliness, His grace is sufficient.
In my hopelessness, His grace is sufficient.
In my weakness, His grace is sufficient.
In my hurt, His grace is sufficient.
"And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me." (2 Cor. 12:9)
 Apr 2017 Sarah Lane
Jamie
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 Apr 2017 Sarah Lane
Jamie
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I want to kiss you under a thousand stars
As any thing less just won't do
But above all else
I miss you
 Apr 2017 Sarah Lane
Jamie
I believe there is someone for everyone
The perfect person, that fits like a glove
Everyday a surprise, making the boring, fun
But how do you know?

If I married you tomorrow,
How do I know I can't do better?
Love is strange.....
How do you know?

After years together, through thick and thin
Would it just be loyalty? To stop me moving on
Fear of the world without you? Being my blanket
Or are you someone I can tolerate life with, until the 'one'?
I still don't understand love... Maybe I never will. Do I like passing time with you? Or are you truly my 'one'
Warmth is what we crave, our hearts fuel to the fire, caressing one another's flesh, taking each other higher, fight my bruising kisses, let me tease you as I mar, that which I do worship, every heartbeat, every scar, cage my hand inside yours, hold me tighter than you dare, constrict around my heart my love, it's open and it's bared.
For you, always.
You cannot break the broken, you can't live in the past, throw that memory away, you cannot let it stay, oh I wish I had the power to change every wasted hour, to knock down this growing tower under which I fearfully cower, in my ball of self regret.

             
                    I can remember:

                Tears that I have shed.

                 Lies that I have said.

                 Pain I have inflicted.

              Oh how I feel conflicted.


But know now this, for it is true, for all the things I can't undo, I'd never regret loving you.
No sleep = creativity, how does that work?
Oml this made the daily poem, thank you so much everyone!!

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