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I lie down under the burden
of the courage that I lack
For you to see the sin in me
cannot be taken back
It is my greatest fear at times
you might finally know
The dark and filth I tasted once
I never want to show
Exposure of who I really am
could it drive your love away?
After all you’re only human
dare I hope that you would stay?
The truth of exposure that I fear
is a mystery not of loss
But a debt that is fully paid
willingly hung upon a Cross
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Sunshine in my window I heard the screen door slam
The more I lose the more I win guess it’s just the way I am
Leaving the rain behind me living a brand new way
Taking the view I’m given being thankful every day
Swept the illusions all away cobweb’s about what is true
I cleaned out the hidden places guess that’s just what I had to do
Spring rains clears the skies I close my eyes to pray
There is still so much to know guess that’s just my way
Leaving the rain behind me living a brand new way
Taking the view I’m given thanking God every day
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon
She sees musical notes in color
and the tunes flow like a breeze.
Minor keys are her blue notes
and her hope is the colors of Spring.
She can rush on rum and beat on drums
and can play all the chords of strife.
She sees musical notes in color
and writes songs in the key of life.
Photo by Matheus Bertelli
Once I was the girl on the side street flashing in and out of the dark. I was taught a role to play for the well being of my family and for my Dad’s livelihood. I played it well. Such a mix of tender family moments peppered with the fear that maybe Jesus didn’t really come for me…
…now the ocean’s wind catches each regret, each sin, and sorrow throwing it into the eternity of a perfect God to be forever forgotten. In the light of the moon a young woman, who thought the stars would stop shining above her found the Maker of the stars and the freedom and love and the lullaby when He sang a Holy song baptizing over her in waves. So now I am drifting, sailing and it was you who came for me.
On that day when the sun tipped over the edge of the earth and spilled colors like buckets of orange, pink, and violet as a reminder of the power of Holy light. The young woman once ravaged and scarred by guilt and shame found joy in the warmth of The Son. Lifted from the darkness you came for me. You hold me in your arms and by your own wounds, scars, and stripes you heal me. The girl on the side street finally came home…
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A yellow garden cart
Blooms of love and rhyme
Crosby, Stills and Nash
harmony so sublime
Upon a garden cart
grows a creeping thyme
abiding with country roses
And a hint of sweetest times
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At times my heart is like a quivering bird in this cage of Flesh and bone
I know it will not withstand such a relentless seige
At times my heart is like a big bass drum
I know it will strike strong with the rhythm and the beat!
It feels as if I am dying and I cannot stay the course
Then it feels as if I am a warrior crying out “all is victorious!”
Some say this is a fickle heart but I know this is not true
For I know this heart in me comes from the heart in you!
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He heals the wounds of a ravaged heart
oh fathom lavish love!
Drink his grace straight up
fill oh fill my cup!
No one else will care like this
oh death where is thy sting?
Drink his grace straight up
fill oh fill my cup!
Cannot add to him or take him away
oh pure the bread and wine!
Drink his grace straight up
fill oh fill my cup!
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Road maps and rivers cannot get me there
A shadow at my window but no one is there
Texas prairie home
a song of love or two
It’s essential every second the time that’s reckoned you
Road maps and rivers
two girls in my heart
The sound of their hello my only travel chart
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Like a message in a bottle bobbing in the water
Sun bleached and salty skinned I washed upon the shore
I am made from stronger stuff than it appeared
being born an old soul, competent and sure
I wished for middle ground, something I could manage
But grief always takes sides in things that really matter
The literal peeling of my skin and raw down to the marrow
I wanted to die and be done with the making of this sorrow
Then a warm hand put a cup of water to my mouth
I lapped it up as if water wasn’t all around me
A voice said, ” I am grief and I am not here to take you under
But you must take a side in things that really matter.”
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Blue crystal deepest ocean
Hot sun high in the sky
The devil came to Cuba
Had to run or die
You came seeking refuge
The way so unclear
Fighting hard for freedom
You let me see the years
We are old and wise now
We cannot count the “ifs”
I still hear your Latin song
And taste Cuba on my lips
Jill Autrey Dorman 