A poem.. again!

So here's this little ditty/poem I wrote while I was on placement...
I thought I would put it up just because I can =)

I open my eyes

To see nothin' but despair

I wish I was wise

Enough not to care

The world has cut me open

Torn out my soul

I've given up on hopin'

To fill this dark black hole

Nothin' left to worry 'bout

Perhaps I'm free

Why am I still holdin' out

For a hand to hold the key

It's a lonely world we're livin' in

Fathers hurtin' mothers

And nothin' ever feels as though

It's kept 'neath the covers

I swear if I could end it all

And show the world I care

I'd be the one that let's 'em know

How us folk down here fare

I'd open up their eyes and hearts

Expose 'em to this mess

Maybe if I do this

Maybe they'd hurt less.

Made on purpose for a purpose.

What can I say except that it has been a very trying month? Both mentally, physically and spiritually.
God has called me to serve him, and the calling has been loud and clear.
He has asked for sacrifice and promised to provide. And I know he will.

What can I say except that I am extremely proud to be a child of God?
I have the peace of God in my heart, and it is indescribable. I have searched and searched and search. Finally... I have found what it is I am here for, and I have found where I belong.

What can I say except that it has been a long and confusing journey?
I'm not there yet. Only by the strength of Jesus Christ my Saviour can I really travel this long and weary journey. And it is with Christ I am determined to live. To everything, the answer is Christ. And Christ is God. And God is love. As long as I have love in my life, I'll be able to travel this road.

What can I say except that there is no one like the God of Heaven, my God?
Nothing. No one compares. No one ever will.
The Lord reigns forever. The holy trinity. The spirit which I have within me, Christ; by whose grace I am saved, and God in heaven.

There is no one like my God.
There is no love that is as perfect as his.
There is nothing as filling as the holy spirit.
Nothing can save the world but Jesus.

Praise God, he reigns, always and forevermore.

Sometimes all people just need is a hug.

A so-called "Gracious Warrior"

When I first made this blog.. it took a lot of thought in naming it.
Why? I don't really know. I guess I just wanted something that represented me.
So I drew the words of gracious warrior from the meanings of my first and middle name's.
I've been thinking alot lately that this name doesn't really suit me.
Or does it?

I haven't been overly gracious. And I've been more of a worrier than a warrior.
But when I think about it again... I believe that's who God wants me to be. Not an ungracious worrier, but a gracious warrior.

How do you become a gracious warrior?
There is a prayer that goes something like "Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, change the things I cannot accept and the wisdom to know the difference."

Being gracious comes from accepting the things I cannot change.
Being a warrior comes from changing the things I cannot accept.
And being a gracious warrior is by connecting these two things.

So, Lord, I just ask that you will lead me to live the life you have set out for me. To be gracious in all that I do, but to fight as a warrior for you.
Amen.

The Problem With Us

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Too long the day

Too short the night

Too wearisome

To want to fight

So hastily,

We rush around,

So hastily,

Without a sound

Is there not,

A human side?

Instead we seem

To run and hide

We hide behind

A wall so tall

So in our mind

We cannot fall.

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Soul Searching

And it's not all happy faces when we're having so much fun,
The outside may be smiling but the inside's feeling glum,
It's a whirlwind that we're living in, that makes us feel locked out
From other's deep experiences, this wall provides the doubt

And it's not all happy homes we live in
Some are drenched with grief
Broken bodies, souls and hearts
Hide what lies beneath

All truth is kept a secret until it nearly kills
Shall I suffer again tonight or swallow all these pills?
Life is dry of meaning, unintentionally bland
Who will save my life tonight? Who will hold my hand?

Sad to say that most will find no saviour for their needs
Bleeding souls silently crying on their hands and knees
Who will save their souls tonight? Who will meet them there?
Who will reach out their hand and touch those in despair?

Only one can save their souls tonight,
Only one can give them hope,
Only one can stop that suffering hand from reaching for the rope.

You can save their souls tonight,
You can give them hope,
You can offer them your Jesus,
He'll teach them how to cope.

Father's Arms: A poem

In my father's arms,

The safest place to be,

Free from worldly harms,

From which I always flee

Into my father's arms,

Lost within his warm embrace,

Safe from Satan's charms,

Lulling in His grace

Held by loving hands,

That catch me when I fall,

The only one who understands,

Why, sometimes I stall

Forever in His heart,

I will always stay,

My Father, Saviour, God,

From whom I will not stray