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Staring..
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 forgottenI 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 indecisionAnd 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 uglyBut 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 anyoneAnd 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
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
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The Dance
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
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A poem
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
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Kelly
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:)
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TO BRITTANY
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
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Take a minute to ponder this..
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.
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Colored
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
