Wake for me my sleeping beauty I am yearning for your depths.
They try to cover your face, they try to hide you away.
With  there ****** hearts in my hands I devour it whole.
Oh my, Oh my, they say she died so very young!!!

God is light,love,and care
Fills this world with joy and repair
Ask upon his name and you shall receive
The miracles he gives if you just believe
Many love to blame him for their misery and despair
But who are they serving the man of darkness beware
God is not evil and does no such act
If evil abides you need to backtrack
Life has many ups and downs
Some learn to smile and some just frown
There's two paths you can choose during you're life
One full of darkness and the other so bright
Some choose the light from the beginning
Others get tangled and lost in their grieving
We all have trials that we must face
Testimonies to share once we've unlocked the briefcase
              To live for Christ takes time and learning.
When you hold a newborn,do you not hold it delicately? Do you not feed him milk from a bottle until he grows and learns to eat more solid food? Do you not scold the child when he disobeys? Are you not proud of him when he does something good? Are you not worried once he is old enough to live on his own? Are you not there for him when he is in need or trouble? Is you're heart not broken when his is broken? Same as our Father in heaven. We start out into this world learning his word just like a newborn. You cannot feed a newborn a steak. Same as with Christ. We all come to Christ at different ages,but when we do we all start out as newborns. Through time we grow with his word. Not everything bad in you're life is because of God or because he likes to see you suffer. There is a dark force out there who's main purpose is to steal **** and destroy. God may allow Satan to test you to see how faithful you will remain to him,and at the end of that trial he rewards all of us. He also leaves us with such a powerful testimony that we can share to save lives. Love y'all hope this touches some of you

And I'm stuck.
I'm stuck on the freckles painted on your skin.
I'm stuck on your gentle carresses of your soft but rough hands, tracing endlessly pointless patterns on my back.
I'm stuck on your raspy voice after you've been laying with me for a while and are beginning to fall sleepy.
But I'm also stuck on the weeks of silence.
I'm stuck on the broken promises.
I'm stuck on the false hope.
I'm stuck on how one year ago, or even five months, you said you loved me to no end.
You said you'd never leave again.
It ended.
You left.
And I'm stuck.