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My Poetry
Posted On 04/11/2007 02:05:52

My Emptiness

I feel so empty

Deep inside, a thirst you cannot quench.

I feel a pain, you cannot heal,

a thousand tears are shed.

I search in corners, dark and dry.

In caves of sin I go.

I feel a sadness deep within,

ashamed I stand alone.

My soul is hungry,

its dying,

its cold.

I seek a warmth I cannot find,

a Love from One who cares.

For simple pleasures

cannot fill, the darkness in my soul.

But One who can, is waiting there,

He sees and calls to me.

He wraps me in His warm embrace,

with forgiveness for my mistakes.

 

           

 


Searching...
Posted On 04/11/2007 01:54:33

Searching...

Searching in the darkness,

for what I cannot know.

I reach among the shadows,

for Hope,

            &nb sp;    and Love,

            &nb sp;                and Life.

 

Searching among the unknown

for a comfort lost asea.

I reach for what I know is there,

 Even though I cannot see.

 

Searching for Him.

My Savior.

My Lord.

For a love he promised to me.

 

 

 


Loincloth or not?
Posted On 04/06/2007 02:53:22
I recently read an article about an art sculpture made of chocolate of Jesus on the cross, and how many people were complaining because it was anatomically correct. They were saying it was offensive because it did not depict the loincloth he wore when crucified. However I am confused because in the Bible it says that he was stripped of his clothing, standing naked in front of them. So have people forgotten that or are they just afraid to be naked in front of people? are they allowing social standards to dictate what the Bible said or are they simply unable to look at the beauty that was Christ on the cross?

I am Broken...
Posted On 04/06/2007 02:48:22

My poem Broken, really reflects the battle that is waging in my heart and in my head about what I should believe. I want to know that my Father loves me, but when my father didnt love me, he left me with a feeling of being broken. That I am somehow not acceptable, and so not loveable. But now my heart belongs to my Father, and I do actually feel His love, so even though there is still that feeling of being broken, I am healing as well. My flickering light bulb is growing stronger as time passes, God is healing me.

May God bless you all in your lives, heal your hurts, and make you whole in His love and mercy.