• Community

    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 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

  • Faith

    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

  • Faith,  Uncategorized

    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

  • Faith

    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

  • Uncategorized

    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:)

  • Life Inspiration

    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

  • Faith

    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.

  • Life Inspiration

    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