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May 12, 2007
Heartbroken
My world was once torn in two.
A sadness came and settled like dew.
All around me things did change;
And in my heart I’d try arrange,
Why my mind wanted different ways-
Filled with laughter and summer days.
And now that I am heartbroken,
What can I take from this world as a token?
A token? Why? Of pain and despair?
I wrinkle my nose and twirl my hair.
I’m thankful that I’m heaven bound;
The Lord Jesus Christ my soul hath found.
I rest in that He cometh soon,
To rid the world of all life’s gloom.
Blessings,
Kaitlin Atmore
http://www.missionamare.blogspot.com/
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May 2, 2007
The sun comes up
And a new day begins
What I fill in my cup
Results in what hends.
The weather may change
But time goes by
Rain and shine acts as a cage
To make me cry.
I make mistakes
That I can’t erase
Look at what’s at stake
I don’t want to chase.
As the sun sets
And checking my cups content
I don’t want any regrets
But to take the gifts that I was meant.
Charity Christy is a college student and follower of Christ.
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April 27, 2007
Worth Waiting For
by Jenn Joshua
Make me worth waiting for,
Lord, let me deserve my man
And whether I be rich or poor,
Give me strength of hands
I ask you for a smiling face
Pleasant as I grow old
I don’t ask for beauty outside
But for a heart of gold
Help my head be high,
And my thoughts be pure,
Give me peace of mind
And cleanliness of soul
A gentle spirit, God, that gives
When nothing’s to be found
That thinks not of itself, but lives
To wipe away a frown.
Let me believe the best of those
Who touch my life each day
And put regrets behind to know
This is the straight, the narrow way.
Though terror I may never choose
Guide me unfearful through the way
And help me see the things I lose
Are really blessings gained.
I want to be worth waiting for,
So help him patient be…
And if I’m worth it, Lord, I pray
You’ll help him know and see.
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April 23, 2007
First and Last
by: Jade West
I want to be first to lend a helping hand,
and the last to point a finger in blame,
I want to be first to encourage,
and the last to spread rumors,
I want to be first to forgive,
last to hold a grudge,
I want to be first to smile,
and the last to frown,
I want to be first to speak Your name,
and the last to be silent,
I want to be first to love this hurting world,
and the very last to pass judgement!
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April 4, 2007
If You Asked Me
By Brooke Giddens
By Brooke Giddens
if you asked me why i dress the way i dress
i’d say because thats whats in
if you asked me why i wore my hair that way
i’d say because its how all the girls wear it
if you asked me why i act the way i act
and talk the way i talk
and hold my self the way i do
i’d say because thats how i am
i dont want to follow the crowd
i hate that i like the same clothes as everyone
and the same hair style as everyone
it drives me insane
sometimes i feel like a clone
a clone of everything i dont want to be
why do i want to look like someone else
not myself
why do i constantly feel like i’m being dragged into a different world
other than mine
not my own, i have my world i love it
its mine inside of me
its in my heart, everything i do and say
comes from my heart
why would i want to look like people
who dont live in that world
why would i want to sound and have feelings
that don’t come from that world
why?
peer pressure i guess
but is it really? is it really pressure?
to dress and look like i do
am i really being pressured to wear the clothes i wear
i dont know, maybe, maybe not
what do you think?
my friends sometimes surprise me
even people in my youth group
we go to church
yay i love Jesus, ya whoop whoop
then *BAM* reality striking hard
go out into the world
suddenly after you take one step
out the door of that church
its like you are not in your world
everything turns
it’s dark. like you can’t see where your stepping
or what is in front of you
not able to look at your choices anymore
people change when you go from light to dark
you have to adapt
we adapt fast
we adapt to the dark cold world
we adapt to the people surrounding us
sometimes i feel like we are monkeys, ya know
monkey see monkey do
only this includes monkey hear, monkey say
scene: my friends and other people
non-christians around in a circle talking
oops, someone said a word now its like dominos
everyone is saying it because
the one person did is that person cooler than me
scene: me sitting with my christian friends
on a couch drinking my soda
are they cooler than me?
maybe because of one word, who knows?
if you asked me why we do those things
i wouldn’t have the answer
i pray though, every night for people to form some kind of brain
and some kind of world that is their own
i know what my world looks like
it looks like neverland
it looks amazing and its in my heart
neverland
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March 27, 2007
Place for the Insane
by Sarah DeLange
One night you were all alone
She said her heart was cold like stone
You tried to melt the ice away
Just to make her stay in some place safe
She felt it leaking out of her eye
She hid, you found her lying in the night
She still remains, standing out of sight
She cries…
Her tears never dry
She stands the rain
And she can only wait this time
Wait for something, something is coming
She stepped to darkness from the run
Then dropped into the burning sun
Relief then exited her mind
Her spirit entered in a shaken bind
And she’s no longer staid
She lapsed into the insane
Her tears never dry
She stands the rain
And she can only wait this time
Wait for something, something is coming
Her bare soul is severed
But she is clever
She covers sick
Here she is pricked
She breathes but suffocates
She screams but is not heard
She needs you, she needs you
Her tears never dry
She stands the rain
And she can only wait this time
Wait for something, something is coming
Her bare soul is severed
But she is clever
She uncovers the shame
Here she meets grace
“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” - Matthew 11:28
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March 20, 2007
You are worthy of it all,
I trust you with my life
Though I may stumble and fall,
I am undeniably attracted to your light
Although my faith is tiny,
and my footsteps so small
You said “Mustard seed faith would move mountains.”
It doesn’t matter how tall
Sometimes my trust may come up short,
but your love and mercy never fails.
No matter what plans are waiting about,
I trust that you hold me in the palm of your hand.
I know that most times I tend
to trust only in myself; but,
This time I’m trusting you to be
my life, my plan, my wealth!
You never promised that this path you planned
would be the easy road,
you just said “To trust you to be
with us wherever we may go.”
So, this today is my simple prayer,
My undeserving plea….
That you would take my tiny faith,
and use it to put mountains in the sea!
~Matthew 17:20 says “He replied, “Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”
Ashley is a Senior who is so excited about what adventure lies ahead
next!!!
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January 11, 2007
Battles
by Charity Christy
When one thinks of battles
They don’t always find happiness.
Theres always pain and heartache
That never seems endless.
The battles going on in my life
Aren’t those of far away…
Instead they are more painful
And make up their minds to stay.
I often ask “How”…Battles
“How do I escape?”
There seems to be no light
Even though there’s a huge gape!
Are there answers?
Should I reach out…
Or will I be pushed?
Can there be a reason not to shout?!
The questions come…
Where do I start?
Will I understand these voices…
From these battles of the heart?!
CC 11/24/03
This poem is somewhat old but I like it. Reading it brings me backdown to earth to remember where I’ve been and to be thankful for the changes that have happened. Charity
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