How do you know the heart in me; when I hardly know it myself?
How do you love me so completely, when I cannot let go?
How do you know just what to say when I’m about to cry?
How do you know what the answer is and I do not know why?
Christ Follower, Husband, Father, Writer
How do you know the heart in me; when I hardly know it myself?
How do you love me so completely, when I cannot let go?
How do you know just what to say when I’m about to cry?
How do you know what the answer is and I do not know why?
The course of things that changed forever remains forever changed.
Can you accept the unacceptable, a testament to pain.
Truth.
Rejoice you sinner, live and breathe and let your anger fly;
Return my Savior, take my hand I long to see your face.
Turn my heart back toward you and take my life away.
I give you all the gifts I have; I only ask your love.
To move, to see, to hate, to feel it’s all the same to me;
To stay, be blind, to love, to hide to simply sit and be.
Open up your mind to me so I can see the truth;
Fill me with the light of life and teach me how to share.
Drive from me the lust of life for my own selfish gain;
Revive my want to be your tool to love and serve and save.
Excessive indifference, soft painted heart, hallow space in time.
Imprisoned in my empty dreams; seems that they’re not mine.
Hello readers,
Thank you, in advance, for stopping by. I honestly appreciate you sharing your time with me and my thoughts. Friday’s have become the day that I have been posting my version of poems. Today’s is titled “Adrift” and it is a lot more sing songy than I normally write – I blame Hair Metal. Please let me know what you think.
I am empty, void of emotion, tired, jealous, angry.
I am man. I am a child. I am lost. I am nothing in my eyes. What could I possibly be to you?
I am filled with doubt, driven by unbelief, consumed with confusion and held down by pain of my own making. A choice.
I am beaten by my thoughts, blinded by hate and fooled by my heart. A shadow screams at a whimper of angst. Childish dreams wrenched from the hand of man twice dead.
Home of the Writers Mastermind for Fiction Writers
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
On Writing, Ideas, and Making a Difference
Daily Thoughts and Meditations as we journey together with our Lord.