Looking Glass!!!!

If we could only look into our past,

Oh wait, I think I see mine inside this glass.

How long will it last?

Will it disappear too fast?

I see a dirt road covered by trees.

For some unknown reason it brings me to my knees.

You see there is this very young child,

who looks scared and wild.

It appears to me that this brief reverie is not going to be mild.

As I stared harder.

I realized, oh my goodness,

that's her father.

I quietly thought to myself.

Do I really want to view the rest?

Something inside of me cried, maybe it would be best.

So in my misery, I watched the rest of the scene.

Even though, I thought it would be in vain.

It became quite plain.

That it wasn't the same.

He had a new name.

You see, as the little girl spun around,

her grey eyes wide with fright.

The clouds broke and down shown the light.

With His face bright, He looked at me and said.
Nancy, I am not all the hurt and bad,
 that has made you so scared and sad.
I am your Father,
I am not here to hurt you, but to love you.
So please, do not flee.
Trust Me, I have already set you free.
Look harder into My heart.
You and I are not far apart.

My beautiful child, who is lovely and wild.
If you will only look closely into My eyes.
You will see My past, became your looking glass.

Orchestra..

My lovely, you are not stuck in the middle.

Nor am I leaving you to just sit there and whittle.

Please, know that I hate seeing you left to piddle.

You are much too sweet to quibble.

Your heart is not little.

My girl, I am not speaking a riddle.

Your chords are too precious and dainty,

to sound like a fiddle.

Hold up your chin. Count to ten.

You are not the essence of sin.

Do not listen to him. I always win.

Come out of that dark den.

You must learn to love yourself,

 from deep within.

You have beautiful skin.

 You inspire your kin.

You are still scared of men.

It makes you like a protective hen.

I gave you your voice in pen.

Now, play it over and over again.

I want them to hear you, all the way in Big Ben.

Yes, you sound so pretty,

 like the clearest violin.

I love to trace, your exquisite face.

Nothing in you, could ever be a waste.

I do nothing in haste.

It is time you move beyond a taste.

Do you know, I always have paste just in case?

There is no shame in being fragile,

like a delicate vase.

But it is time you give chase.

We have one this race.

You are much too soft to be a bass.

He was your's from hello. I know he can be too mellow.

Sometimes it is hard to get his head off  the pillow.

Your fellow, needs help not feeling yellow.

Especially, when his limbs turn to jello.

It will not help to bellow.

Remember to sing and play like a sweet chello.

His Reassurance!!!!

It is your time to die.

My beauty, that is when you will finally fly.

Without the fear of soaring too high.

I am so sorry, they can not see how hard you try.

I know how your heart shudders with every deep sigh.

You are so lovely, it brings a tear to My eye.

Forget the why. I will always love being your Guy.

It's okay to cry. Let go, I will keep you dry.

Ahhh, the lion has roared. You are not a gourd.

My love has been poured. It is your cord.

Use it toward every board, that you can hoard.

I have given you your sword, It is My word.

Now I am moving you forward,

 where you will rest with your Lord.

Your house is clean. Your grass is quite green.

It is time to glean. You are no longer a teen.

Who doesn't need to wean. Everyone must lean.

But you have the gene, to be more like a queen.

I just have to get you sit still for a preen.

You are so keen, to plant your bean.

You have escaped that mean fiend and his scene.

I am giving you your dream, and oh, how you will gleam.

Your pain and you disdain I undo.

Your thoughts I will move.

Your heart will learn it's groove.

This too is My joy,

yes, to bind your every bruise.

This I must tell, that I did not make you for hell.

I have released you from this cell.

Listen close, I will never yell.

I am here to release you from jail.

I already paid your bail.

You are looking a little pale.

your fears I am here to quell.

I hear your silent wail.

I do not fail.

Your train was set to derail.

Just in time, I calmed the gail.

Come with Me, and we will set sail.

Communion With My Father....

Your shine is like a bright ray.

Yet still, your heart, you feel a need to keep at bay.

It is not My wish to dismay, but to convey.

This life sometimes does have shades of gray.

Yes, it can cause your edges to frey, and that's okay.

Where it counts, you are quite gay.

Hey, I am here to say,

I'll keep you walking My way.

You keep holding on and pray.

This is not a litany, on christianity.

It is helping you to become, all that I created you to be.

Just by knowing you could never be more loved, by Me.

I am always here to revive.

Feel My vibe.

My honey, is fresh from the hive.

Nothing is sweeter to imbibe.

You are a part of this tribe.

Come on, let Me take you for a drive.

Love, Want, And Need....

I loved you when you were little.

I will love you when you become old and brittle.

I love the way your face lights up when you are behind the griddle.

I will love your beautiful face when it starts to dribble.

I love the look you get when you are contemplating a riddle.

I love the way you just have to fiddle.

I have loved you through every quibble.

And I will love you when you find it hard to walk toward the middle.

I love the way your voice sounds when you give a little, tittle.

I will love you every time  you choose to just piddle.

I love you when you are savoring every vittle.

I will always love you, especially when you no longer have the strength to whittle.

I wanted you when you were blue.

I will want you when you find it difficult to be true.

I wanted you when you didn't hear My cue.

And I will want you when you can not see My clue.

I want you when you are not parked in a pew.

I will want you each and every time I have to woo.

I want you every time your heart feels covered in goo.

I will want you every time I have to open a new bottle of glue.

I wanted you when your tears were few.

I'll want you when you cry so many tears, they will cover the ground like dew.

Oh, how I desperately wanted you, when you flew.

And how could I not want you every time I wash you brand new.

I wanted you with a cloudy hue.

I want you with a clear view.

I have always wanted you.

I will always want you.

I just want you to want Me too.

You needed Me in the dark.

You will always need Me in your heart.

Truly, you needed Me for every fiery dart.

You will need Me for every stroll through the park.

You will need Me to keep you safe from every bark.

You will need Me to make sure nothing is too hard or harsh.

Not even a playful lark.

You will need Me to push your cart.

Most definitely, you will need Me,

 to make sure you do not swallow anything too tart.

But mostly you need to know,

I have made My mark and I will never part.

Loved..!!

Sweet one, You feel like you are adrift on a cloud, 

 or lost in the crowd.

Wanting to shout out loud.

 Send out the hound. So I can be found.

So hard for you, not to be proud.

Can't see over that mound.

Because it is not perfectly round.

My child, even this hurdle, I will pound into the ground.

You are not to be bound.

And I will keep you safe and sound.

So hold on tight, you are fixing to be wowed.

You are My glorious creation.

There could never be an imitation.

You are with me for the duration.

Isn't it the sweetest realization.

The loveliest sensation.

Loved one, sometimes you stumble.

Sometimes you stand.

And yes, sometimes you muddle.

But you make it through the temptation.

With My love, you don't have a need for justification.

I will put it in a quotation.

Your heart feels enough lamentation.

Give room to your ventilation.

No need for self incrimination.

Christ was your purification.

It is not just an inclination.

This is your station.

You are in the perfect location.

No need for examination.

You are exactly what I intended.

Like a sweet and beautiful carnation.

The Mind....

Another year goes by. Still, I am asking why?

I look forward to the day, when I will no longer feel this need to cry.

I've seen me. Am I so bad that every part of me must die?

It is so hard, but oh, how I try.
I just can't seem to completely say goodbye.

How will I ever fly? I long to soar high.

This world is a lie, but redemption is nigh.

If I could just see clearly. At least with my right eye

Then my, oh my, I wouldn't feel this great need to vie.

I would realize, I already have my Guy.

This is all so rye. I heave a great deep sigh.

I will continue to appy, and once again, total redemption is nigh.

You Are Beauty!!!!

What is beauty? It feels like such a duty.

I don't know how to be a cutie. What a labor in futility.

Too much clamour in my mind makes me moody.

How am I supposed to feel this beauty?

When I feel covered in filth and quite sooty.

All I usually feel is tired and woozy.

Who needs a mirror?

My reflection couldn't get any clearer.

But I do long for my mind to be freer.

Sometimes, I wonder if the grass will always be greener.

I am so thankful, my God is a Father.

To Him, I could never be a bother.

I never have to listen to Him holler.

My beauty doesn't matter to my sweet Father.

Because to Him I am worth more than every dollar.



7x70!!

I feel like I am not seen.

Stuck in between.

Still replaying the same old scene.

Caught in a dream.

Like I am terribly mean.

So dark, I can't see Your beam.

Why can't anyone see, how I long not to be me.

How I ache, to be set completely free.

How I yearn, to be strong like a tree.

How I wish, for my heart to fill with glee.

Why, I can clearly see, that the battle is in the mind.

How I ache for it, to not get in a bind.

I yearn, to feel sweet and kind.

Oh, how I wish, satan would halt to a grind.

I can see, it is all so clear.

How I ache, to hold You, Dear.

I yearn, because You are so near.

How I wish, I wasn't still full of fear.

My Saviour please, hear my humble cry.

Sometimes, it is so hard to try.

It's like I am always reaching for that pie in the sky.

There are times, I feel like I could fry.

My my, I feel so rye.

I am so thankful, I can see through this lie.

Truth is, there are times I can remember I don't have to vie.

I already have my Guy.

Then I have to let You once again, loosen the same ties.

Sigh, it is time to dry. Soon, I will fly high.
For my time with my Father is very nigh.