poetry
almost all of my poetry is free-verse. some poems have a specific style, but i don't think any follow the traditional format of various poetry forms.
heart to heart
heart to heart, eye to eye voice of God i'm asking why, what do You see, that's so invisible to me? heart to heart, eye to eye i wanna see what You see and learn exactly why, why You'd pick a broken heart to shine in a world that's torn apart eye to eye, heart to heart God i think it's time i start asking, listening, speaking without fear. show me what You see that's been so invisible to me. i wanna know, i need to see so that i can be everything that You'd have me to be and fulfill the plans You've made for me. heart to heart, eye to eye spirit of God, show me why good things sunshine after a cloudy day the rainbow after heavy rains glistening snow after winter's first storm warm hugs when you're welcomed home after being gone for too long sweet dreams after a long days work good things come to those who wait |
the well
God i'll meet You at the well a place of strength, a place of healing, where i can really rest and life re-finds its meaning. God i'll meet You at the well to tell about the adventures of today and listen to You whisper and show me the way. God i'll meet You at the well where i'll find forgiveness hope and love and i'll rest in the arms of my Father from above. God i'll meet You at the well and i'll listen for Your voice speaking what's true i'll smile and laugh and cry as You show me Your point of view God i'll meet You at the well and i hope You'll meet me too because i don't wanna be there, unless i'm there with You. His protection over me sometimes i feel the pain, but no one knows how many times He's held back the rain even when He grants permission for satan to test my ways, God doesn't let go, He holds on to me everyday. i won't be given more than i can take, although i'll always have to trust Him to make it through. Christ holds my hand and when i fall in the mud He'll wash me white and new. |