Sometimes I want to yell
but I keep it all inside
Little voices that scream to be heard
But I’m afraid to let them out
I think they might say something I don’t mean
Or worse, I think they might say what I really feel

Sometimes I feel like Sleeping Beauty (I’m not gone yet)

I little weird, but I was told it was good so I posted it.

“Little, happy child”
That's that I used to hear
“With smiles, and sparkling eyes”
Where has the time gone?

Why is it so cold?
I’m not gone yet.

“Her hands are soft as silk”

That’s what they used to say
“Her lips are like cherries”
Do they still remember?

Why don’t I feel anything
I’m not gone yet

“She’s drifting away” “Where is she going?”
They don’t try to follow
“She seems so still, I wonder why”
I can barely hear them call my name

Are they still out there?
I’m not gone yet

“Her hands are like cold bark”

Where did I go?
“Her lips are like ice”
I’m drifting off

Is anyone coming for me?
I’m not gone yet

“Princess? Can you hear me?”
Am I still breathing?
“I’m here”
Is this the kiss of life or death?

Am I waking up?
I must be because I’m not gone yet

Once again, I really don't know if this one's any good. But I enjoyed writing it.

I don't have a name yet.... what do you think it should be called?

Sometimes I think of you
And wonder where you are
I wonder if you ever think of me
Do I run across your mind like you do mine?

We used to play in my backyard
Dig for treasure
Look for bugs
Do you remember the way we laughed together?

We promised we’d always be friends
We’d never forget
Do you remember?
But what are the promises of two little girls

Am I a forgotten chapter?
A fleeting lullaby?
Let me grace your thoughts
Remember me when summer comes around again

Part of me still hopes
Do you still think of me?
Or have you forgotten
Though a million words were said?

The kiss of sun
The starry nights we shared
Nothing can replace it
Think of me sometime, when summer comes around again.

Grace. What is it to you?

I looked up the word Grace on Wikipedia because it's what I've been studying in my Bible lately. I want to know your definition of the word Grace as it applies to the Christian faith. What do you think God's grace is?

Wikipedia's answer:

Within Christianity, there are differing conceptions of grace. In particular, Catholics and Protestants use the word in substantially different ways. It has been termed "the watershed that divides Catholicism from Protestantism, Calvinism from Arminianism, modern liberalism from conservatism". Catholic doctrine teaches that God uses the sacraments to facilitate the reception of His grace. Protestants generally do not hold that view.

The Christian teaching is that grace is unmerited mercy that God gave to us by sending his son to die on a cross to give us eternal salvation.

Romans 5:1-2 Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ: ²By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand..." Galatians 5:4 (King James Version) "⁴Christ is become of no effect unto you, whosoever of you are justified by the law; ye are fallen from grace."

Grace in this context is something that is God-given, made possible only by Jesus Christ and none other. It is God's gift of salvation granted to sinners for their salvation.

You Are More - Tenth Avenue North

You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.

Well she tries to believe it
That she's been given new life
But she can't shake the feeling
That it's not true tonight

She knows all the answers
And she's rehearsed all the lines
And so she'll try to do better
But then she's too weak to try

But don't you know who you are?

You've been remade.

'Cause this is not about what you've done,
But what's been done for you.
This is not about where you've been,
But where your brokenness brings you to

This is not about what you feel,
But what He felt to forgive you,
And what He felt to make you loved.

Broken as I am

This is my attempt at some sort of poetry thingy I guess... I have no idea if anyone but me would even get this.

Through brokenness He's calling me.

But I turn away. I want to do this on my own.

He follows me.

But I want to walk alone, to prove I can do this.

Broken as I am, I cling to my brokenness.

Wretched as I feel, I don't want to ask for help.

I want to show the world that I'm strong.

He asks me to surrender.

But I still turn away.

Wretch that I am, I cling to my wretchedness.

Finally my tower topples.

I cry out wondering why I'm alone.

But I'm not.

He never left me.

Scared as I am, I cling to the darkness.

He tells me He loves me.

I tell Him He can't.

He shows me His hands.

I know now what he's done.

Weeping as I am, I weep in His arms.

He lifts up my face and tells me He's here.

I know I can't do this alone.

In my weakness I've finally found strength.

I can stand again.

Broken as I am, I now feel His hope.

LOVE

LOVE: We think about it, Sing about it, Dream about it. Lose sleep worrying about it.

When we don't know we have it, we search for it. When we discover it, we don't know what to do with it. When we have it, we fear losing it.

It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we don't know which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define and IMPOSSIBLE to live without.

This is a post just so my Blog will have a post.