Jesus Loves… Me?

Jesus Loves… Me?

Broken

Beyond repair

Shattered

Without a care–

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Volatile

And selfish; who

Or what

Could ever love

A beast?

*****

Jesus loves me;

This I know,

For His Abba’s

Holy Word

Tells me so,

Through His Son’s

Sacrifice

I remain

Strong,

And to Him,

Him only–

I do belong.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

 

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God Heal America

God Heal America

God, heal America

Land that I love,

Stand beside her,

Guide her,

So that she may no

Longer sin,

Fight the temptation

Within

And then finally

Finish

The work our Founders

Hath started

To begin.

Be her light from above,

Cherish her with

Your everlasting, perfect

Love

But, do not

Bless her;

Instead, heal her

Light her ways and err

On the side

Of caution, and

Cleanse all

Unrighteousness

From her wounds; open

Her eyes

That she might yet

See Your Face

Staring lovingly into

Hers.

 

Christ awaits the American part

Of His Holy Bride

To have a change of heart

Deep,

Deep

Down inside.

 

Amen.

Amen.

 

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I.D. Crisis

I.D. Crisis

Broken

Shattered

Smashed

And torn to ribbons

Millions of tiny, little

Puzzle pieces

And among them is missing

The one piece of

My soul that

Used to ring

When played.

Why?

Why is it

Deflated, so

Underestimated,

Un-

Func-

Tion-

Ing;

I used

To be able to

Do it for hours

And stretch it

On for days

And my folks would think

Me

Crazy;

But now

… ….

Silence.

A bell tower

Without its most

Important

Component.

 

I am empty.

 

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Happy (?) Belated Birthday

Happy (?) Belated Birthday

What do you

do

When the day you’re

To be

Celebrating

You

Becomes tarnished?

Tainted?

And you look at the sky

And wonder why

You’ve not been

Sainted

Like your twin

Above.

 

Birthdays are special,

It’s true;

They are a deliverance

Into light

Into life

Into a whole new world–

But at what cost?

How much pain have we

Inflicted

On our mothers

In delivery?

How much grief do we

Bring

Our loved ones

With our horribly inborn

Iniquity?

And yet, some do not

Celebrate

Their birthdays

Here, on Earth

But instead in the ethereal atmosphere,

Swathed in

Warm

Beautiful

Godly

Mirth.

Their birth is not

Earthly, they do not

Have to fear the pain

Of worldly sin

And rot

Until they are

Mere dust.

 

So be thankful for

Birthdays, whether

On earth or

In heaven;

Soon, fellow believers,

We will all be in

The Ether.

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Happy very belated birthday to my lovely twin up in heaven, even if we didn’t make it together (I guess that means you technically have a different b-day, huh? Oh well…). Can’t wait til we can celebrate together someday.

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Sundaze

Sundaze

Drowsy,

Drifting,

Distracting

Thoughts

Play with

My head;

I should be

Doing

Homework

But instead

I laze,

My eyes

Graze

The monitor;

My attention

Slips

Into a

Coma–

And then,

Quite suddenly,

it’s time for bed.

 

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Image Credit:  http://www.embracinghealthblog.com/2009/04/16/youre-not-lazy-its-your-thyroid/

 

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Note: I rarely write this good poetry when I’m feeling tired and especially lazy (due to carbs, lack of sleep, and generally just feeling like not doing anything but needing to do everything…), so this one surprised me. I especially liked the punny little title I came up with, it being Sunday and all… 😉 

 

 

 

 

So Grown Up

As I walk

Down the street,

Keys jangling and

Heels going,

Clip-clop

Clip-Clop;

I feel like

I am part carriage

Carrying myself

To important destinations

But also

Like a grown-up

Woman

With very real

Responsibilities.

 

I pilfer a glance in

A mirror,

A beautiful, professional

Looking

Seeming

Stranger stares back.

Is it me?

Is that grown-up

At ease

And elegant young woman

Really and almost cruelly

The awkward and

Childish

Yours Truly?

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Image Credit:

http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/neuroskeptic/2015/08/27/woman-stranger-in-the-mirror/

Empathy

Empathy

I know You

Have come.

 

What was it like?

 

How was it You

Sacrificed

Your Glory

and Dignity

To be like one

Of Your own?

 

What was it like

To see Your own

Up close, to

See things

Almost as they do?

To laugh, to cry,

To celebrate

And further sympathize?

 

Your own did not

Receive You as

You had come;

In fact, they tried

To kill You

The moment You were born.

 

What sick logic is this?

 

You made us, love us, adore

Us, hold us;

And yet,

We reciprocate only

With threats, taunts

Cruelty, and hate.

We shake our fists

At You

Even as You

Lovingly,

Patiently respond

And offer warm refuge

Within Your caring arms.

 

Is this how it ought to be?

 

Oh, yet You were willing

To demonstrate

The power of love

and have us

Contemplate

The true meaning

Of Your Priceless Gift.

Love.

Understanding.

Joy.

Peace.

 

You shook the earth at the end,

Rattled senseless;

Old, fallen sense

Dying away–

New sense in

Its place.

 

But in the beginning, in now

And forever more,

Your Kingdom Has Finally Come. 

 

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