day goes on, forward as they say
but my wish today is to stay
away from the hurt, the feeling of pain
the real sorrow that though dormant, remains
not in prose, perfect poetic words
can you return, an undone curse
i cannot find a picture
of you and i we're together again
in mind not spirit
Lord in your name clear it
desiring none but you
for in these thoughts your Word it is true
for neighbors and friends
their love may end
but you alone remain
10 years have passed
not a blast
but in time your glory appeared
cracked at first but now bursting
into this heart now affording
to burst on neighbors, friends so true
Thank you Lord for those ten years.
Fearless Daughter
I am fearless because of the gift of Christ, who conquered sin and defeated death upon the cross. Deuteronomy 31:6 "Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the LORD your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you." I am a daughter because of Psalm 68:5 "Father of the fatherless and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation."
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Welcome to this place
a place for my thoughts to expand into the abyss of this gray room, a chance, an opportunity to LEARN to trust you, thank you Jesus for being able to LEARN! you are such a patient and caring teacher, Father, you are trustworthy, faithful true to your worthiness and holiness which permits me nothing and yet loving me regardless of this insufficiency fills me and declared me worthy, not because of anything I have done, are doing, or will ever do but because of what your Son did. On the cross he bore my sins, bore my shame, and took upon my desire to be completely independent from anything of you and instead held my hand and showed me that learning to trust in you alone is the solution to the emptiness that gripped my soul, the rollercoaster of emotions that guided me throughout middle school. Jesus you are faithful to thousands of generations for those who sit at your table, eating of your body and drinking of your blood are not worthy to sit upon the stools, are unworthy to look up at the Father and call Him abba, Father. Let my essays bring your name glory Father, let them scream your name in loving passion for you have screamed mine since the beginning of time. Let me witness to your people through it and in doing so learn more of Hell, eternity, and the reality of spiritual warfare present in society today.
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