Thursday, January 31, 2013
No storm lasts forever
The night roared with winds that frightened me from sleep
A storm brought a chill that chased away all the heat
Trees were out of sorts and their limbs began to fall
Mother nature let out a cry and was shaken by it all
With the morning came a calm and a somewhat cooler breeze
But every once in a while a gust will shake up all the trees
Across the lawn lays the remnants from the noisy nocturnal wind
But the sky is so much bluer and a new day's about to begin.
Starting off behind schedule I refuse to fret and run
I'll simply let the moments bring whatever must be done
Yesterday was a whirlwind but today won't take that pace
There's no need to let any upset rob me of any grace.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
When I saw your tears
When I saw how the tears were falling from your eyes
The thick clouds seemed to cloud up my once sunny skies
For I can never bare to look upon another who's in pain
Without there being a thunderstorm or a downpour of rain
Would that I could stop all those gems as they fall
But the angels are the ones who will gather them all
Though it seems like an eternity the pain you now know
I will be here right beside you my support I will show.
How terrible the trauma that is holding your heart
Would that I could erase it all, right from the start
But life has is tragedies and its moments most blue
All I can do is be with you in all you're passing through.
The thick clouds seemed to cloud up my once sunny skies
For I can never bare to look upon another who's in pain
Without there being a thunderstorm or a downpour of rain
Would that I could stop all those gems as they fall
But the angels are the ones who will gather them all
Though it seems like an eternity the pain you now know
I will be here right beside you my support I will show.
How terrible the trauma that is holding your heart
Would that I could erase it all, right from the start
But life has is tragedies and its moments most blue
All I can do is be with you in all you're passing through.
A lesson from lateness
The morning snuck into my night
But she didn't wake me with her light
Rather she whispered and gently spoke
"Isn't it time that you awoke?"
So from my bed and to my knees
I was begging Jesus " help me please.
So many things waiting to be done
I want to ponder but have to run."
While I was rushing from my prayer
I was tossing dishes every where
Not ever thinking about my haste:
Things once broken become a waste
Despite my hurrying I totally forgot
The peace of mind that I never got
I could have taken a slower pace
For everything that happens is a grace.
Next time it happens that I am late
I will not let tardiness determine my fate
For all this hurrying unbalances me
And robs me of beauty I'm meant to see
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Silence your mind
Warmer winds are blowing towards the city today
Inviting us and challenging us in their own way
Whispering so softly they are bidding us arise
The first glimpse of morning uncovers sunny skies
The coffee is brewing and the floors start to creak
Crickets stop humming as the dawn starts to speak
A beautiful sunrise breaks off the sleep of night
Angels are singing everything's going to be alright.
The movement of creatures and the sighing of trees
Can only be noticed when the interior eye sees.
We have to allow moments that show mystically
The secrets that are hidden in each day's mystery
So quiet your movements and silence your mind
Listen to the whispers in each second that you find
For deeper than the ocean and broader than the sky
Are the wonders that are waiting for both you and I
Monday, January 28, 2013
Broken but not lost
She looked up at her mother and then started to cry
What ever had she done wrong, was there a reason why
Her mother would beat her until bruises were found
Why was it she was beaten whenever no one was around?
Her mother was so violent and so quick with the curse
Never did she hug her or give her money for her purse
The little one was so ragged and so inwardly small
She appeared as a poor one and was laughed at by all.
The teachers worked together to make up for her lot
They would give her obligations that no one else got
She was broken and tattered and such a pitiful sight
She was always so fearful with the coming of night.
Many others would speak of her sister being hurt
But few ever realized she was being treated like dirt
For she was keeping it silent and hardly would speak
Only after she had left there did others get a peek.
Many were astonished at what she kept deep inside
Others said they knew of the things she would hide
But no one ever offered to help heal what was sore
Until she came upon an angel with an ever open door.
Since then she's been changing and learning how to see
That she's worthy of God's love; and it is her destiny
And though she can't retrieve back any one of those years
She's risen up a new creation, washed clean by her tears
What ever had she done wrong, was there a reason why
Her mother would beat her until bruises were found
Why was it she was beaten whenever no one was around?
Her mother was so violent and so quick with the curse
Never did she hug her or give her money for her purse
The little one was so ragged and so inwardly small
She appeared as a poor one and was laughed at by all.
The teachers worked together to make up for her lot
They would give her obligations that no one else got
She was broken and tattered and such a pitiful sight
She was always so fearful with the coming of night.
Many others would speak of her sister being hurt
But few ever realized she was being treated like dirt
For she was keeping it silent and hardly would speak
Only after she had left there did others get a peek.
Many were astonished at what she kept deep inside
Others said they knew of the things she would hide
But no one ever offered to help heal what was sore
Until she came upon an angel with an ever open door.
Since then she's been changing and learning how to see
That she's worthy of God's love; and it is her destiny
And though she can't retrieve back any one of those years
She's risen up a new creation, washed clean by her tears
Sunday, January 27, 2013
To my Creator
You can see my brokenness and You can see me whole
You can see my potential and You can see my soul
You can see my everything; You can see my days
You have accepted my weakness and accepted my praise
You're my inspiration and you're my final destination
You're my lasting hope and my courage in frustration
You're my every moment and You're in my every day
You're the reason that I'm living: You're the only way
You have spoken to my being and have spoken from above
You have spoken to my brokenness and spoken of Your love
You have spoken to me in the morning and also in the night
You have spoken to me of Heaven: told me things will be alright
Because you stopped to notice me I'm awed with reverent fear
And though I am feeling unworthy; You continue to pull me near
I thought that I was so hopeless; yet you extended Your hope to me
I cannot help but wonder and pray before such infinite generosity
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