"touchig" poems
the only time i feel like myself
is when you're close to me.
touchig you
feeling your skin
is like heaven and hell all together.
loving you
is like a drug
that i never want to be free of.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
Upon the hill that Jesus stood upon.
I can't imagine what he was thinking.
But I can imagine his burden.
When pressure is put upon your shoulders to carry on.
You can give up.
Or just journey on.
Through an environment, of protests.
He found obstacles.
And people who came and confessed.
Even when they was afraid too.
His powerful message pulled the scariest people through.
When he stated to his disciples that his robe was touched.
And they struggle to vision, by who?
Christ knew.
He just wanted her faith to come through.
By touchig the hem of his garment.
And stepping forward when called.
She walk by faith into a better place.
When should show us all.
Let nothing or no one hinder you in finding the power of God.
Sure, some are shy and will always be.
But placing your heart upon Christ.
You'll find you can do many, many things.
If you was sinking.
Sure you can give up.
But, if you believe.
Upon his strength that there's nothing you can't do.
You'll always find God is supporting you.
By faith we die.
By faith we'll survive.
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 4:28 AM UTC