In the secret quiet place I long to know you more.
I long  to  comfort you  
I  long  to hold you
Show you good  wonderful things
I long to know you more and more each day.
In the secret quiet place I long to know you more.
Come let's  is reason says the Lord.
You  sins  have been removed  as far from the west
To the east.
I remember  them  no more.

Betania Jan 11

Fallen from Grace

I was with You
In Your sight
I served You
Lived for You
I felt I arrived
I made light of
Who I was in...
You in me
Who You were
Within me
In my being
I turned proud
Forgetting You
What it's about
You are Light
You are Love
I lost my way
From Light
I fell spiraling
Like a falling
Shooting star
Into an inferno
Into an abyss
Into darkness
From You I fell
I fell from grace
I lost my crown
I lost my title
That called me
Your own...
That called me
Your child...
Fallen from grace
Your beloved
Your darling
Your child...
But I forgot
In You there's
Life and life
More abundant
I forgot...
You are God
I forgot...
You are my Father
I left You...
You never left me
I forgot You...
You love me
I forgot You
You will fight
For Your child
And pull me out
From darkness
To bring me back
Into a marvelous
Glorious light
Fallen from grace
This child...
That disgraced You
Your child was I...
Crucified You again
But You didn't care
You went to the grave
In the graveyard...
Looked Lucifer
In his face...
Face to face...
With Satan
You defied him
You called me
You called my name
Your Spirit...
And breathed life
Unto my being...
Fallen from grace
This child....
That disgraced You
Your child was I...
Resurrected....
From death....
You gave me life
You washed me...
In Your blood...
Gave me grace
Once again...
You see...
I forgot...
You are God
I forgot...
You are my Father
I forgot...
You are God...
You are God...
Of...
Second chances...
Redemption...
Salvation...
You gave me
Your child...
Fallen from grace
Was once dead
But now I'm alive
Alive again...
Like You, I arose...
Arose again...
In Your love...
In Your blood...
In Your grace...
This child
Your child
Restored
No longer
Fallen from grace
I will remember...

©Betania 2017
Betania 01/05/17

Philemona Jun 2016

You tried to figure out why the ying yang had two sides but you never got an answer because no one understood your question.

So you stared out of the window pane 'until the window pane understood your pain ,why dear .....angel asked the mirror

So you stayed in silence until you got used to it , you were drowning but you still remained thirsty maybe it was because you were already resentful with the sea so it never understood you.

You aplogised to your frail heart for making it cry that it drowned the river nile in that process the tides of the river where too much to handle.

So your soul never felt full because all you did was  feed the body not Soul why angel ......asked the mirrors

You have seen but not saw , you asked yourself and the man in the clouds why you haven't seen anything yet .

Love spit you out like a stone ,you cried no one heard you, your silence was so loud that we heard it echo in our ears.

They labelled you the bad one but the mirror never knew you were the one in pain because it reflected your mind not your heart.


But you where too fragile to even look ,so today the man in the cloud told me to tell you Dear ....angel you'll never die of a broken heart because your tears have reached his doorstep.

A narrative poem about being broken ,rejected and finding peace through God.
The broken character being someone I know (close) and me being the reflective glasses or mirrors.
Hopefully you enjoy
Precious Jem Apr 2016

You play and drenched in dirts
And you know how it hurts
It is enemy's art
But HIS grace fixed your heart

You taste a new life
No more grief  
Free from strife
Vindicated to be HIS wife

The enemy still lingers
Chasing you away from your SAVIOR
Still wanting you to put in danger
Don't get wrapped by his finger!

At your heart he still knocks
Say goodbye and turn back
Don't give him kisses
Cling to LORD's promises

Hao Nguyen Apr 2016

Why is it easy
to casually disregard
the kind consequences
produced by
innate goodness,
that if a day may come
when a simple act
of honest, good will
would befall you,
that you would
so graciously accept.
Yet if provided
the opposite spectrum,
the few moments
of pain and betrayal,
would you assign
accountability to
the innocent majority?
Why is it that
when a good deed
is often performed, it is:
"Faith restored in humanity"?
As if we cynically
presume and accept
that the world is dark,
that all fathers abuse their sons,
that all mothers kill their daughters,
that all must fear at every second
as if good nature does not exist.
Do we take for granted
order and morality
up until misfortunate
consumes our souls?
Would it not be more appropriate
that amongst the immense
majority of good nature,
that a single occurrence
of negative circumstance
be dutifully deemed
a "Stain marked in humanity"?
I worry for those
whose perspectives
pervert and distort
the personal worlds
that there is a need
for faith to be restored.

On a cool autumn day
My eyes are blown away
As the sunlight  shines down
on the autumn golden leaves
It reminds me of  a colourful rainbow.
Over shadowing the earth
With a comfort banket.
Kissing  unwanted  hurts
Bringing  healing.
And  restoration
Peace
Tranquility

The key is the door to your heart
How you welcome it
will be up to  you

But to. my surprise
You opened it up
and gave me your heart.
You gave me respect
And i am elastic

And so it was
This man called Jesus
Who hung upon
a cross.
For all of mankiind

Who was he.
Were did he come from.
Why was he so important

This man Jesus is the son of God.
Jesus came from God
In the human form.
To reconcile man back to himself.
Easter is about this sacffice.
That Jesus made when he hung on the cross.
He was whipped.
Stripped
Spat upon
Insulted.
Frowned .
Even if you where the only one
In the universe.
Jesus would have died for you and me.

So the Easter story.
Is more than a story.
It is a legend.
That Jesus left behind.
Think about this free gift.
That was offered for me and for you.
Why not this make this Easter special
And accept Jesus Christ.

Lydia Mar 2015

I've been searching for faith
in the way that a child
searches for a lost toy
desperate, scrambled,
and anxious
Im opening my heart to
the love of a God
I stopped believing in at 12
when I realized that prayer
isn't going to change your life,
only you can do that

at 16 I felt like ending my life
spending so many hours
thinking of ways to silently disappear
while I blindly sliced my arm
in the dark

troubled and downtrodden
at only 17
I gave into the Devil
his white powder continuing to
go up my nose
because I was
comfortably numb
when you stoop that low
you lose yourself
you don't care anymore
about anything
because it's easier on the dark side

when I stopped I felt more lost
than ever
more convinced than before that life
wasn't worth it

And then I almost died

in a blink of an eye I nearly
missed out on a future
I ruined my life on my 18th birthday
and something changed in me
something clicked
I wanted to be better

life started picking up speed
and I fell into a whirl wind of change
for good, for love, for life
and I never looked back
the depression I felt slowly
melted away
but it left a hole of regret
that I had to face

But I given happiness
I was given life
For 8 weeks I felt what it was like
to love someone else
more than you ever thought
possible
happy wasn't the word for what I was

and then God took that away from me
I was so angry with him for breaking my heart
this was my punishment
this was what I got for all those years
of self loathing
and self destruction
He was angry with me
and it felt like
my soul was sucked out of my
body
like I had no hope
this was it for ever
this never ending loneliness
was to be my fate

but time heals all wounds
and once again change was in
the air
and
a friendship saved me
they showed me a love for
freedom, self expression,
open mindness, creativity
and the puzzle started to
fit back together

I loved life so much it felt
like I was having an affair
and I realized
even in the darkest of moments
God is at work
with a plan for me that I'm
not supposed to see yet
He would never put
more on my plate than I could handle

the day I thought I was being
punished for my sins
was really His way of showing me
that I have a purpose
and it wasn't time for me yet

God plans a family better than I can
everything I've been through
has put me where I am today
has made me into the strong woman
I now see in the mirror

even after all the years of trying
to ignore Him
He was there all along
in the beauty of the trees,
in the light reflecting off the water,
in the pink clouds in the sunset
last summer,
in the love of a real friend,
the courage it took to better myself
was all in the light
of God

He is the world
that I adore so much
He has forgiven me
washed me clean of my sins
and
built me up to become wonderful
God works in mysterious ways
He is more than a church
than a verse
than a proverb
He is light, love, beauty,
good weed, great people,
friendship, nature, strength,
change, happiness
He is in everything

New Life
Ethan Titus Dec 2014

Break me
Oh mighty crafter
A stubborn statue I have been
Though the hardships have weathered against me
Sought to endure through them, I have
But it is not the will of man or myself that seeks me broken
It is Your Will, Lord
Break me, not so I will fall and crumble
Break me, so that I may be rebuilt
Crafted in the beginning so that I might be displayed in your righteous and Holy hall at the end
A darkness was cast upon the world and I was overtaken
Deteriorating, I was
Living in this sinful state, I continued
Why? Just to exist?
When your Son came down, He offered me shelter from the elements
I thought myself forgotten, ready for time to take its toll
Destroyed, I was prepared to be
The corruption went deeper than the surface
No longer fit was I to enter your Holy hall at the end of all
Yet your Son, by Your hand sent, came to restore me
Break me, so that I may be rebuilt in the glorious visage you envisioned
Though the elements will be harsh against me still, I will trust in You to keep me
Break me, Father, so that I may be restored

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