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Maria Etre Nov 2015
What happened to you?
You were as strong as a granite rock
full of cracks, sparkly corners
yet strong and dense

What happened to you?
your heart was the therapist for others
immune to unexpected skipped beats

What happened to you?
You had it all planned
the blueprint, the 3D module
even the prize at the end

What happened to you?
You never needed anyone
you never cared

What happened to you?
You loved how big your bed was
versus how empty it is now

What happened to you?
You embraced your determination
then suddenly got sidetracked
by a passerby

What happened to you?
You learned the art of seduction
and heartbreak and inflicted it
now what?

What happened to you?
is the feeling of being alone haunting you?
is age creeping up on you like a perverted
murderer
wanting to slice years off of your life
without you even noticing?

What’s going on?
is this what you want to do?
stand up, from that chair of yours
grab your bag, take a step towards the door
and look back
marvel at that empty chair
and praise your God that it won’t ****
the life
out of
you

Get
out
while you
Still
Can
https://indiedoodles.wordpress.com/2015/11/24/get-out/
Natasha Ivory Nov 2015
One more breath..
I promise..when I fully allow my lungs to inhale..ill listen for you.
One more exhale..upon the last release of pain from this chest..ill utter praise..
One last fragment of my heart dropping like glass on a stone surface..crumbling before you..hear my hearts plea..
Gripping the surface of the earth with all that's within me..prying at the crumbles of gravel below my knees..crawling..at the pace less than a snail...hear my heart...it wails..it sees the wholeness of all that you offer...
Scratching at hells door..knees bloodied..screaming at the top of my lungs..
Copyright © Natasha Ivory Evans 2015
JR Rhine Nov 2015
I hold onto my prayers
Like freed baby teeth under a child’s pillow
We hope to wake up to an answer
A treasure to call our own.
The difference being my hope is not a fantasy
This is reality
And I trust in this
Whether I wake up
Lavishing
Or suffering.
I sing praises in your name.
Marisa Lu Makil Oct 2015
You, God, are holy
My foes are lowly
Your arms they comfort
And stay with me

My heart is heavy
My face downcast and
My emotions get
Away from me

But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name

You, Christ, are lofty
Though my heart pains me
I trust in you, ***
You loved me first

Heartbeats-they weaken
The sun will sink and
The dark will set in
But you remain

But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name
We praise your name

You lift me up above
And down below
To show your love
So we can know

Your garments torn up
You drank from hell's cup
To lift us all up
To show us love

But praise to you who made the stars
They will shine out your name
This battle is not ours
And you love me still the same
So praise your name
Another song I wrote. The last few days, I've been trying so hard to rely on God. He is holy. He is holy. He is holy.
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O,  la  Luna,  O,
Thee ...Grande  Celestial
Body, Come Hope, please, Do
Not harm Us ~ Hopeful Earthlings,
~ ~   A Sun rays were given through Blissful  ~  ~
Splendor of a Reflective Lunar Beauty;
A Magnifieing  Great  Albedo Touch
Soften's us within our' Cores,
Extraordinarilly ~ Now,
Shall  Be  Praised

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Imagined  by 
 Impeccable  Space  
Poetic  Love
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I feel victorious!
I am free!
My God is glorious!
I'll shout His name!
Singing songs of praise,
All because of His glorious name!

Thank you Jesus for everything,
I'll keep on singing.
(c) Caryl Vim Cerna // Daily Entry // 92715 // Shabach
showyoulove Sep 2015
What can we give you that isn't already yours? What can we offer that you don't already possess? You don't ask for slaughtered goats or lambs. You don't need them to survive; they are yours anyway. You don't need us to call attention to outward sacrifice, you would rather our sacrifice be quiet and internal. Sacrifice a little of our time and spend it with you. Sacrifice our desires, our bad habits and make good habits. Sacrifice our selfishness and be a little more selfless. But the most pleasing of all sacrifices to you, you say: is a sacrifice of praise. To give thanks and praise and to glorify your Holy Name. You assure us that if we do this, then when we are in need and call upon your name, you will be there for us.

Lord, so often, as humans we focus on what is on the outside but what matters most to you is what is on the inside. We are often so busy and preoccupied with by the world around us that we forget to stop or slow down and we miss what is most important in our lives. Lord help us sacrifice a little of our time to deepen and strengthen our friendship. Help us Lord to step back and open our eyes to what matters most in our lives: friends, family, and faith and to take time to be grateful for them and really cherish what precious short time we have together.

Open our hearts Lord and fill them with the love you had and gave for the whole world so that we might be less selfish and more selfless. In being more selfless there is less of my self and there is more of you. We were all created in God's image and likeness. God is selfless love. The more we are selfless the closer we are to God and the more clearly we reflect the image and likeness of Christ to the world and those in it. We were created to be selfless, but like Jesus we must take the time to be alone, give thanks and praise for all the blessings we have and to eat, drink and rest that we might have Strength for the Journey.
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
You are a rhyme I'd write over and over
With the entire page reading lover
You are a cloud of promise hanging above
You are worthy of undying love
You are a song which doesn't fade
With a lifestyle that few have led
You are a flower created to outshine a rose
You make me proud calling me yours
You are a bullet I'd gladly take
A dream from which I'd rather not wake
You are these emotions I'll never decipher
You are a mystery by far
You are the courage building inside
A treasure only seen because I can't hide
You are a mountain I'm willing to hike
The hardest puzzle rooted in my psyche
You are a queen even without a crown
And I would gladly be your clown
You are a choice I'd make with my eyes closed
The only matrix I'd gladly have transposed
You are a panorama every man desires
A she-wolf every Alpha male wishes he sires
You are a future I badly ache to have
A satisfying life I believe I deserve
Not Listed Sep 2015
Let this world wipe me off the face of existence; for I will never stop fighting with full resistance.
The fallen shall be wept over and the wounded will be praised; the faces of many will never see them nor ever be phased.
They protect us with the blood of our country, but they never stop laying down the bodies that stand to pose a threat.

Thank you all Veterans!
Randy Johnson Sep 2015
Some people plan to praise the Lord when they go to Heaven but they should praise him now.
Jehovah deserves our praise and gratitude and if he were in front of me, I would bow.
We wouldn't even be here if it hadn't been for Jehovah and for that, he should be praised.
The world is in a bad shape but at some point in the future, he has promised us better days.
When those days come, people will no longer be consumed by hate, greed, anger and sorrow.
We should praise the Lord today, let's not wait until we're in Heaven, let's not even wait until tomorrow.
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