Uncherished

*Written some time ago, I don’t remember

Your words are careless.

My fragile parts, un-cherished.

You throw stones

to mend broken windows,

and criticize the shards.

It doesn’t make any sense.

My pieces won’t heal like this.

Cold

*Written over 5 years ago.

This may be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

To choose to love when love is denied.

To choose the pursuit when he won’t follow suit.

And I’d love to read your mind,

and take a glimpse into your heart.

What’s covered your eyes and made you blind?

How is it that your thoughts are so dark?

Your eyes are so cold.

What is this lie that has been sold?

Why are you so cold?

Appeal

*A poem I started over 4 years ago. I’ll be posting more old poems this week to offer a peak into the past. 

I felt a switch in me that you couldn’t see.

I claimed a name I never knew how to be.

Pressure. Pressure. Pressure.

Embody this idea of femininity and appeal.

These ideas, these ideals, they steal.

A holy love defiled

upon which You once smiled.

I want to run wild

in the purity of grace.

The innocence of a child

with freedom to fall on my face.

This pressure was a cage

I walked into willingly

Thinking if I stayed,

Somehow you would love me.

You cut the noose.

Hallelujah, let me loose.

A caged bird nevermore I’ll be.

I’ll soar the skies forevermore. I’m free.

Indelible Security

With glorious light in my face

I look over to

Love that delights in

All that I am without hiding.

He walks with me in plain sight,

Illuminating my frame.

This joy. It’s so much a part of my soul.

My body, spirit and soul.

Valuable beyond my control.

Worth set in stone.

Loved before I was known.

Joy is my story.

The certainty

of indelible security.

Unforgettable

Irremovable

True.

My Savior’s love defines me.

His righteousness assigned to me.

Now there is freedom to rest and do

With nothing left to prove

Or earn,

Only His love to return.

Fear

*Another old poem, previously unpublished.

Fear.
At the depths of me,
That’s what kept me
Immobilized
Terrorized
Fear of losing.
Fear of loosing
the floods of your
disapproval. 
Because maybe you’re right
And I am wrong.
So I stayed quiet for too long. 
And boiled deep inside
pains I tried to hide. 
And erupted unfairly
Unexpected and unkindly.
I’m sorry. 
What’s wrong with me?
I’m sorry. 

Understood

Good morning, sunshine.
I missed your smile in the night time.
The shadows over your troubled mind,
covered your hope and made you blind.

But good morning, my love!
You are awake in the light of day.
You are not defined by the dumb things you say.
You are loved beyond every little mistake.

The One who loves you is good,
By Him, you’ll always be understood.


What You Feel is Normal

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What you feel is normal, friend
I can feel it too.
When the darkness closes in,
It covers multitudes.

As sad as that may be,
Here’s a happy truth:
It has attacked an army –
Worn, but full of youth.

In this fight, you should know,
You’re friends are by your side.
You will never be alone.
Your Savior lives, though He died,
And He will fight for you.

In the Desert

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I am your bride in the wilderness.

I’ll follow you

In the desert, I’ll follow you.

In the desert, I’ll drink of you

The heat and sand won’t keep me from believing that you are making an oasis in this place.

How I Look At You

You love when I’m hurting
How I look at You
When my soul is yearning
How I look at You
And I am delighted by Your Presence
Fulfilled in Your Presence
Even when the pain is still present
I will look at You
And when I do
Your smile down on me
Your heart bursts to hear me sing
The fullness of my every feeling
And You delight in and You love me
And I delight in and I love You
My King
I am amazed by You
My gaze is for You
And You dance around me
A whirlwind around me
Together in the Throne Room
My Bride Groom, My King

Hope

Sure of what you hope for
Certain of what you do not see.
I’ve tried to muster up faith for
years without hoping.

Without risking
disappointment.
Reaching, whisp’ring
Healing ointment.

And hope for what?
What could hold the weight?
Longings glut
and eternally satiate?

In Christ alone
my pain abates.
My desire, my shalom,
Joy anticipates.