Category: The Language of my soul
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Within
I stared at him To search deeper I was amazed by him Not because he was different Even though he was But because those eyes told me a story I was drawn closer by curiosity And saw so much more within
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My God, my God, why did you forsake me?
My God, why have you forgotten me? I cried out to you in the morning. It was right as the sun was rising. My soul was in anguish and I called out your name, yet all I heard was silence. The silence was so loud. I look out at the expanse and see the marvelous […]
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Take me back to the Beach
Take me back to the beach Where I can lie in the sand The sun beaming on my skin
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Rain Drops
Could it be that the rain drops are the tears of God, that the thunder is the aching of his heart, the mourning for my sin? Disappointment in his eyes? Could the lightening be his wrath, the anger of a jealous God, the sadness that I cause. Could it be his love, pouring down on […]
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The Mountains Tremble
The mountains tremble, Even the hilltops quiver But I stand firm For beneath me is solid ground. The sun sets And stars fill the night sky, Darkness has covered the earth, That even the shadows fall behind. “I will not be overcome!” I yell. For the night is only darkest in my loneliest hour. I […]
Her Name Means Wild 