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The galaxies in the Night’s heaven are like living poetry
Your beautiful idea happening right in front of me
The air is clear and crisp in a season of knowing
Joy and grief, tears and smiles the evidence of living
Love falling down like white feathers all around
I cherish your gifts to me Oh God, I see you in utter Holiness
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Your love is like a blue note
inside me
The rush like massive angel wings
silly songs, holding hands
so strong
Like firecrackers burst in the dusk
then are gone
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The puddles in the street were the color of lead
These tastes and shapes of words spoken among the living and the dead
Night jasmine dances under an indigo sky
I stand here crying over the grave where we died
We could have had it all, been something envied and grand
But our chaos took over letting us fade away into our self made wasteland,I mourn you , us, and everything we never could never be,And all that is left are the graveyards of a failed love, leaving nothing of you,
and little left of me.
This poem was written in collaboration by my self and the talented Kristen. Check out her site at A Writer’s Soul
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Do not let me go to sleep and drift off into the opioid of sabotage
Sin and persistent failures a cunning addiction
I grow weary of all the brutal truth of how one must guard the deep longing of their heart
For I wander high upon the cliff and the sea glistens enchanted below
I envy your assurance but find mine for my self
Though I am anxious to arrive I wish the journey to an end
A silence I cannot hear whispers of the Living Water where there are no dangers hidden
“…if you would ask him he would give you living water…(John 4:10)
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I was not your faithful friend
I was not truthful, no
I am not the best daughter, sister, wife, or mother
But I know The One who is all I have not been
The One who is a kind and faithful friend
The One who always tells the Truth, yes
The One who is the best in me that I cannot be
The One who’s is all I have not been
So when you think of how I let you down
And remember the times I did not live in truth
I want you to know that I know
Jesus is The One who is all I have not been
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Sunshine stay with me a while I haven’t had you for so long
You are gentle and make me laugh and sing a happy song
We will not speak of love unless it should happen to grow
We will just run and play, you are a shelter from the cold
You are just the thing I need to help me heal again
There is no way of knowing if we will ever end
Sunshine stay with me a while we will both be free
You are just the thing I need, you let me be me
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Like the vaults of God’s Holy temple
the blue spruce branches arch over me
Each heavily draped with new fallen snow
I kneel down in grateful prayer under the Cathedral Tree
I have never been one to love easily and trust
but You Oh God have loved me with perfect love
I was heavily draped in sin and you washed me white as snow
I kneel down in humility under the Cathedral Tree
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You took the hammer and rang the bell
Won me a stuffed animal with a cotton candy smell
but I dropped the dream and walked away
there was just no more games I wanted to play
I wish our story was prettier than it is
I stared for days at that Ferris wheel
no carnival or a carousel left to ride with you
at least I finally saw the Truth
You took the hammer and rang the bell
you said it isn’t working out so well
I wish there was prettier story to tell
like all the horses on the carousel
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Everybody moving blindly forward, like fish in a shoal
How long have we been losing touch with our souls?
Everybody hating what they can not understand
We surely did not gain good from the knowledge of evil
We surely forsook the only wise God and Creator
We tried to be our own gods but could not do it better
I know this is not how the story ends for His image bearers
I know the Master Writer’s plan can not be thwarted
Let it be oh Lord I pray our Faith be made sight today
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As I sat in the still and In the mess
In the emptiness of my own conceit and arrogance
The old man with white hair said,
“these are your thorns to bear…”
When the only free person in the room
Is the one who is in chains
Then it is time to look at what man calls “justice”
Pontius Pilate could not deny his claims
It is in vulnerability that God’s Grace comes
It is in the mourning that the Grief is fulfilled
It is in the freedom of Truth that I want to run
It is in humility that true courage is spilled
