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Sometimes I look in the mirror
And the girl staring back at me
Is not the one I want to see
I see all the mistakes
All the broken promises
Commitments made and then forgotten

I see a life marred by sin
A girl who wants so hard to follow Christ
But gets so easily entangled in the world
And then wonders what went wrong
Determination that is deterred by others
Strength that is weakened in moments of indecision

And then I slowly crawl back into the arms of God
Pouring out my tears and fears and moments of regret
Knowing this is where I should have been all along
Instead of trying so hard on my own
And for one moment I truely see my sin as it is
Black and ugly

But it seems that just as quickly I crawl back out
I move on and go on my way
Forgetting the pain, regret, and brokenness
Back to staring in the mirror at a girl I never wanted to become
And forgetting that forever I am held
In the arms of One who loves me more then anyone

And regardless of what happens
His arms are always open
Full of love, forgiveness, and comfort
To gently push me forward and slowly help me
Become the girl I want to be
And become the girl He wants me to be

An attempt to be poetic

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I will sing praise to you Oh my God

I will lift my voice to worship You

Everyday of my life will be an offering to You

I will seek You and You alone

No other will take Your place

Rightly on the throne I place You

Yea, though it is hard, I will stand

Under the shadow of Your wings I will stay

Focused on my Lord, my Savior, and my King

Mighty are your works,and marvelous are your plans

Each to prosper me and all for my good

If I will trust You and You alone

You will guide my every step

I will honor Your name Oh Lord

I long to be in Your presence

I earnestly seek Your face

All of my days, I will praise You

Oh Lord, I love you

Just some thoughts..

Amanda

The Dance

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The Dance

Alone on a stage I stand

Desperatly trying to fill another’s shoes

Wearing costumes and masks, trying to hide

And fit into their ideas of “cool”

As I perform a dance that is not my own

I try to keep up with the music,

But it changes all too fast

Their cheers turn to jeers and

I get lost all to quickly and stumble over my clumsy feet

Trying to dance a dance that is not my own

One in the audience watches

Longing for me to finish, longing for me to take off the mask

He sits through all my performances

He knows the music is all wrong and

The dance is not my own

Quietly He calls out to me

Softly He compels me to leave this stage

He knows there is another where I can be my own

So quietly He asks me to walk away from

This dance that is not my own

I gather up all my costumes and lay them at His feet

I surrender to try His dance

I know His way is always right,

“Teach me the steps, O Lord, show me the way,

Help me learn this dance that is all my own.”

But the world’s stage is enticing

Promising popularity and success

I find that I long for the noise,

The fake applause and shallow cheers

I seem to think it is easier to dance

The dance that is not my own

So, I put on my mask and head back out,

Only to be laughed at and teased once again

I keep dancing, trying to fit my steps to the music

Trying so hard to dance this

Dance that is not my own

Frustrated I surrender once more

I head back to His studio to try again

His loving arms welcome me in

And as He turns on His music, my feet start to move

A small smile spreads across His face, as He sees me dance

A dance that is all my own

A poem

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A poem..

The time has come

The time is now

To seize the day

To stand for One

Come boy, Come girl

Come man and woman

See the baby born this day

Share the news

Shout round the world

Jesus Christ is born today

He comes for all to save

Eternal life to give,

Free for all who choose to take

Join the chorus ringing out

“Peace to all” this Christmas

A greater hope must be found

For rags and dust are all the world can give

Riches and glory will be found

In that eternal dwelling place

Search for the babe

Find His love, and rest in His comfort

To all He brings an everlasting hope

Yours to take and ours to share

Go, Run round the world

Telling all of the Messiah

Seize the day

Tomorrow may be too late

Kelly

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Kelly

Kelly is so “mint”

She’s a basketball player-I think she’s good

I’m so glad she’s my friend

I stink at writing poems

They are not my forte

Back to Kelly, She is a very funny girl

We had lots of fun playing games on the bus

She can’t keep a secret though..well, not a silly one

I’m sure she’s good at keeping serious ones though..

Don’t tell her what your getting anyone for Christmas:)

She has really pretty hair

Not that you care..but really she does

Part of the dinks, they are super cool

She makes me laugh all the time

Well, now this poem must end..

Even though this poem stinks..Kelly doesn’t!!

I love you Kelly:)

TO BRITTANY

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TO BRITTANY

My dear friend, and my ever-listening ear,

All the times you’ve been there, and all the times you’ve cared

Never have I thought twice about having you for a friend

and never have I wished for someone better

Laughs and tears shared over the years

7th 8th 9th 10th and now 11th

Year after year and month after month,

for you I will always be thankful

Don’t let life get you down, there’s always someone hurting worse

and always I will stand by your side

My homework I should be doing,

but cheering you up is far more rewarding

“You’ve got a friend in me..”

No matter what, through guys and school

through thick and thin

Now I must go, my poem writing must come to an end

Much more I could write, but I might be going

I love you Brittany

Amanda

Take a minute to ponder this..

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I got this poem on my e-mail, and it struck me hard. It’s kinda long, but I thought I would share it with all of you as a plee to you if you aren’t saved, talk to someone about it, and if you are, to go out and witness.

I had on new clothes,

New sneakers on my feet.

I was there for class on time,

Went to the back and took my seat.

Yeah, I’m moving up,

I’m already grown.

Soon I’ll be graduating,

And out on my own.

I talked to some of my friends,

We were all having fun.

Said some things I shouldn’t have said.

Did stuff I shouldn’t have done.

I knew I was different.

I felt God touch my heart,

I knew I should set a standard,

But then I’d be set apart.

Walking to the bus, I was not looking for strength.

I heard the car tires screeching,

But now it’s too late.

I’m standing in this room,

And I can see the heavenly gate.

Oh no! I never prayed.

I thought I had time to get it straight!

An angel walked to me,

He had a book in his hand.

I knew it was the Book of Life,

When would this dream end?

I told him my name,

And he began to look.

Then he looked at me sadly and said,

Your name is not in this book.

Angel, this is a dream,

No, I can’t be dead!

He closed the book and turned away,

He whispered – You cannot proceed ahead.

No…no this can’t be real,

Angel, you can’t turn me away.

Let me talk to God,

Maybe he’ll let me stay.

He led me to the gate,

Jesus came to me.

He did not let me in but said,

Beloved what is your need?

Jesus, I cried, please,

Don’t cast me away from you.

Tears ran down his face as he said,

You knew what you needed to do.

Lord, please I’m young,

I never thought I would die.

I thought I’d have plenty of time,

Death caught me by surprise.

Lord, I went to church,

Please Jesus, I believe.

He said you would not accept me,

My love you would not receive.

Lord, there were too many hypocrites.

They weren’t being true.

He took a step back and asked,

What does that have to do with you?

Lord, my family claimed to be saved,

They weren’t real. You know.

He said, I died for you,

Now I have to go.

I fell to my knees crying to Him,

Lord, I planned to be real tomorrow.

I couldn’t make Him understand,

I had never felt such sorrow.

Then it hit me hard, I said,

Lord, where will I go?

He looked into my eyes and said,

My child you already know.

Please Jesus, I begged,

The place is so hot.

It seemed to trouble and grieve him,

He whispered, DEPART FROM ME,

I KNOW YOU NOT.

Lord, you’re supposed to be love,

How can you send me to damnation?

He replied, with your mouth you said you loved me,

But each day you rejected my salvation.

With that in an instant,

Day turned into night.

I never knew such torture could be, Now too late, I know the Bible is

right.

If I can tell you anything,

Hell has no age.

It is a place of torture,

Separated from God and full of rage.

You know, I thought it was funny,a joke, But this one thing is true.

If you never accept Jesus Christ,

HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!

So please, ask Him into your heart.

Colored

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I read this poem somewhere and liked it so I thought I’d put in on my blog.

Colored

Author unknown

When I was born, I was Black

I grew up Black

When I am in the sun,I’m Black

When I am sick, I’m Black

When I am cold, I’m Black

When I die, I will be Black

You were born Pink

You grew up White

When you are in the sun, you’re Red

When you are sick, you’re Green

When you are cold, you’re Blue

When you die, you will be Purple

And you call me colored