You stand before me
Calling my name ever so gently
For you see this brokenheart
In need of mending

Within me lies your love
You reassure me of all I can be
You say it's only you and me
You only need to believe

Let go of fears
Let go of doubts
For this is not
What my love is about

I'll lift you high
And send your heart soaring
I'll reveal your one true calling

Dearest one
Cry no more
Rejoice and listen
To my voice

I'll calm the storm
I'll keep you safe and warm
Nothing to fear
I am always here

So be glad
And take my hand
And I will guide you
To the promised land.

Whatever name you bear, wherever you may be
Know in my suffering, I thought oft of thee
I may never meet you, may never know your smile
Such grieving thoughts, my heart cannot reconcile

I could dally in fantasy, but it would never be true
It might numb my aching, but it would never be you
I dwell in the pain, in the fear and unease
so one day I may sit with you, under the shade of trees

In the silence of spring morning, grass glistening from rain
There need be said nothing, for our eyes would make plain
the fulfillment of aching, the two joined in one
a foretaste of mystery, the Church and the Son.

For here as I'm writing, in my doubt and my grief,
I write this meager poem, to hold firm to belief,
that God may bring us hither, so that you might here see
knowing the depth of my love for you, and the prayers made for thee.

In the depths of depression,  
when the world feels heavy,  
a small gesture,  
a warm smile,  
can lift the weight.  

Offer a hand,  
share a moment,  
plant a seed of kindness  
in someone else's heart.  

In giving, we find light,  
as the darkness loosens its grip,  
and together,  
we rise,  
woven in the simple threads  
of compassion.

To take or not to take
To change or forever be?
Never know til you take a step,
Trying better than regret.

The open window lay,
A calling to be heard,
The heart drumming to a beat,
It aches to learn.

Fear comes creeping in,
You halt and dare not sin.
You live the same,
day in and out.

Trap inside the same routine,
Too much doubt and insecurities.
You put a limit, on ability.
Believe my friend and you will see.

We need not great strength,
Wisdom or wealth.
Just a piece of courage,
Belief and help.

A leap of faith,
To trust our God
In this journey we take,
He holds us up.

He takes our hand,
And guides our hearts,
Harsh may He teach,
Like a father to his son.

He loves us so,
We need not fear,
For the journey ahead
Tis already clear,

He gave us His son,JESUS CHRIST.
Through Him there is the way,
The truth and the life.
So believe dear friends and do not die.

In Maranatha faith and hope
Are more matur'd than in the Pope.

She sings for Jesus Christ and joy,
And doth the Devil's ears annoy.

Her goodness, purity, patience, peace,
And lovingkindness never cease.

She's sav'd by grace but works good works;
And in her heart no evil lurks.

She turns me down for that is she
A slave to love and liberty.