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Why are those
that should care
Why do those
who should love
Why are my
Why am I here
If I am so unneeded?
Alone, always alone
No one cares,
Why should they?
I am insignificant
I have no worth
I should be deserted,
Thats why it's dark
Im supposed to be here,
Alone, in this dark
For it is my fault
I am left here
Wait, what is that?
Am I not alone?
What is this?
Its blazing, piercing
How can this be here?
Is this light?
Where does it come from?
Am I supposed to know?
I dont understand
Should I know?
But wait, I do
Inside my heart
Discovering the truth,
I know now
That I cannot be alone
For there is one,
Who loves me
For who I am.
No matter what others think,
I have worth.
I know this now,
That I have found my friend,
The one that was waiting
Till the end,
For me to find,
This eternal friend.
He was there,
Waiting for me
To come and call
Pure LoveA prayer in a garden
"Thy will be done"
From every pore
Being bound, spit on, mocked on all sides
Being whipped unjustly
Crowned with thick thorns
Forced to carry, unsteadily,
A beam to the hill
Being nailed, hand, wrist, and foot
To suffocate on a dark wood cross
"Thy will be done"
All this, He said, and did, for us
His brothers and sisters
An HundredfoldEvery night I lie awake, and think of all the things that take, a moment to internalize, a brief chance to conceptualize, all the things I didn't do, and all the things I DID see through.
A moment here, a moment there, it all comes back to when and where, I made my mind and my resolve to all the problems I would solve.
Keep your faith, just be strong, do your best, you can't go wrong.
These daily quotes can seem cliche, or boring for an average day.
but hearing these redundant lessons, can keep heaven close, and make deep impressions, that can guide us through this rock strewn life, and keep our trials free of strife.
What does it mean? how do I know? why bother trying? where do I go?
How do I find the truth amongst this? how deep must I dig, how long must I sift?
Patience is a virtue, sometimes wants need to be shelved, the hardest part about it though, is doing it yourself.
Try alone, you'll never win, the debt you owe is great, if fairness takes it's toll on you, it's already too la
The world . . . adrift in space, hanging amid a vast array of celestial bodies. In an endless circuit, the planets drift around the sun, like a clock ticking off the years. For millennia the people on the surface have observed the heavens in wide-eyed wonder as the sparkling sea of stars swirled about them. Longing for understanding, but unable to touch it any more than they can touch the stars, men wax old. They do not know as they struggle to understand the stories written in the sky that their author has written other books. They look steadfastly into the heart of heaven for answers, not knowing that, should they ask, heaven will place the answers in their own hearts. Such is the foolishness of men; but, there exists wisdom for those who will seek.
A Healing HeartInbetween whole and broken,
a healing heart understands.
It knows joy, pain, hope, and loneliness.
It knows how to comfort and how to endure.
It knows that wounds and pain do not last.
It knows how to truely smile with pure joy.
It knows that bandaids are better than scars,
bandaids show that yes it is hurt but it will heal.
Going home Going Home
Grandma laid quietly on her bed,
the question repeating itself
Should I stay here
or go home?
Brad has been waiting
for me for such a long,
But I feel the need
Stay to see the trees dancing in the wind.
Stay to hear the morning bird sing one more time.
Stay to say
I held her hand and
Close your eyes Grandma
I Drew You a PictureMany years ago when I was small,
I drew a picture.
Mostly of scribles and blobs of color, but I wanted to give it to the Lord.
I was told you do nice things to people you love.
Drawing picture was one of the ways my five year old mind could think of.
Once I was done I had a problem,
how do I get the drawing to heaven?
Couple of crazy ideas came to mind,
Mailing it to his house,
But the mail truck can't fly.
Getting on an airplane and throw it out the window by heaven,
gravity would pull it down to the ground and then he couldn't read it.
Tie a balloon to it and send it up,
what if the balloon missed.
When I got old my ghost would grab it and give it to him,
Ghosts can't grab paper.
I finally got on my knees and prayed,
"I drew you a picture, I hope you can see it."
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