Perfectly Created....

God doesn't create mistakes!

His loving hands had a purpose.

Just look beneath the surface.

Sweet one, look beyond the hate..

 

Your Father's prints cover your face.

His love will show you your way.

It is your choice, whether you go, or stay!

Your choice will not change His grace.

 

You are beautifully wonderful.

Fresh and new.

I have given you a love,

timeless and true.

So kind and generous.

This is what makes you, you.

 

Where you are,

 there is always interest.

You were made to create a stir.

You feel like it is a hindrance,

but there is a reason for all the chatter,

It might poke like a bur,

but remember you matter.

I have silenced you so you can hear.

You were chosen to get their attention.

 Take Me at My word, they will listen.

 

Remember a soft word is much easier to hear.

A shout can instigate doubt.

So can a pout.

The softer the melody.

The closer you will bring them to Me.

Trust, is gentle, follow this,

 and they will hear you loud and clear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Inside Me!!!!

How can I see.

When all I can think about is me?

 Sometimes I want to flee.

 Why can't I let myself be?

 

 I hear the echoes of my sighs, and I wonder why?

 I hear the sound of my own foot steps die and I just long to fly.

 Why, why, why, do I find it so hard to cry?

 

 I am at war!

 It is in myself, right in the core.

 This battle I can not win,but thanks to Him,

 I know I am someone He adores.

 My God will not only lovingly, but every time,

 pick me and my pieces up off of the floor.

 I just have to make sure I open every door.

Sister!!!

                                  Oh Sister Dear, sometimes I wish you lived near.
                             My body is falling apart, but God says never my heart.
                               I think I am dying, but can the symptoms be lieing.
                                I think this is a clue, or am I messing up the view.
                                       Can everything I see from Him be true?
                                      Please, I think I need to hear it from you.
                                                 What to do, what to do?
                                                My body is icy, and achy.
                        So hard for me to even have the strength to finish my baking.
                               Infection, after infection, can get quite depressing.
                      I am a walking skeleton, and it feels like my insides are melting.
                              The pain is so severe, sometimes it grips me in fear.
                               Don't get me wrong, how I would love to be home.
                                        Yet, it is so hard to picture myself gone.
                  I look for my little God prints, but it seems like I haven't even made a dent.
                             I think I hear God's woo, but I would like your input too.