Knowing I know nothing.. this is what I should know. If I tell you I have found the secret remind me of this - There is nothing that I know unless He tells me, He tells no lie and tells no secret... So I know that I know nothing... I have searched among the thorns and the rivers of my own blood shed intermittently... It is beyond my small world. A world that has become a battleground for the knowledge I do not need. And so I only know that i know not... I know fear and pain - treasures in this world. but I do not know - truly know much beyond this. But I know there is more... I feel it. I can see the tip of my nose But I know there is more to see. I am knowing... But... I do not know Yet.
Turn Your Eyes The word has transformed your once dim room with its golden rays of hope eternal… He will clean your wounds Kiss your bruises. You will be healed for He offers you love. He feels your pain knows your hurt. He will bring you sunshine instead of rain. As you journey down those dusty lanes, Turn your eyes on Him, make God, your choice.
The Grieve! S.G Please - give me today. Tomorrow I will laugh and dance and sing. Today let me grieve. The pain is too much to bear. I do not know how.. The words are not enough... This white sheet has four corners that limit my grief. Let me wrap myself in my shroud of grief pile ashes high like Blue Mountain Peak on my head. Let my grieve! Let me die a little today come back later and carry on, no ascension right here so I will stay. Right now it is too much to bear. Right now I cannot stop these tears. I cannot be your strength I cannot bring you ease. All I have is my grief. So let me grieve! Let me cry, bawl and halla When I am done I will smile through these same tears. It doesn't matter just let me be. But when I am done I will never be the same. *bawl -to cry **halla - (holler) to cry out loudly
Someone Died Today Someone died today. someone I knew 'Lord Jesus Christ!' was all I could say. Someone passed away. The purest flower that ever bloomed. A spirit that shone with love, joy and peace. Someone went today. she left her essence for us, those who have been left behind. Humanity lost one of its greats and it will never be the same. The air grew thin, the world became dim. But, a blinding light shone up to heaven to burn for all eternity. God embraced one of our very own today. Because she pleased Him greatly. She has finally been gifted by His touch the rest she needed so much.
I Must Go I must go now too long you've held me down. - I'm not finding fault because you loved me. But you see you loved me too much and now I must go find me. I must break free of the portrait you painted me to be You see, I must find me. To find this wisdom and maturity that your love has denied me. You see, I must find me. It's not being selfish it's surviving. If I truly want to fit into me then I must leave. I will carry you everywhere I go whether near or far. You will be here cheering me on. But I must go. To prove to all what I can truly do and be, when I know me.
My Story My story is my own nobody can write it. Nobody can describe my heartaches nor describe my gains like I can. Nobody can shed these here tears - cold as ice as they flow warm and freeing when they disappear. My life is my legacy not house, car or land. Not the children I will raise - they will have their own story. My story cannot be bought or sold, not determined by your need to create and fix. When I tell my story you will not know where it ends or begin. You will not know how to order it. Not even I can tell you for sure all of it because words will not be enough to do the telling. My story involves countless shades of colourful greys, sprinkled with moments of silver all distinct all blended together. It's not seamless. There are moth eaten places. Holes that can never be tacked together. There are frayed section They are mini artworks not brokenness. My story is my own; no one else can take it and tell it.
May your struggles keep you near the cross and may your troubles show that you need God and may your battles end the way they should And may your bad day prove that God is good... (Jonathan McReynolds) There was nothing really to complain about really... Look, I just could, so i did because it felt good. I saw only myself my vision my dreams. my my my meeeeeeee. Look at me am I not beautiful, smart and capable. I can do anything. Yes you are, yes you can... The only thing was,,, yes? The only thing was this pain. Pain? Yes this pain, not really pain just an annoying pinch. This was bothering, I could not order it around. It stayed lingered too long. But... Yes? I could not fall, I had done it after all, all by myself, it too shall fall on its knees to me! But... Yes? Go on. Are you mocking me? No my child continue. It's getting worse, taking over. I cannot think, I can do nothing right... Now I cannot move. I cannot laugh. All I produce are salty rivers of my misery, floodgates that never seem to close completely. I look back at Me. But I cannot see how I came from her! There is nothing I can do I am helpless. I am hopeless... Now I can barely move, I am doubled over, brought low. With each halting breath I breathe, I now Know - perhaps too late... What is that my child? I now know that God is good.