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Giving a voice to our "History", "Leaders", "Legacy", "The Elderly" and "Advocacy" The Widows Cry LoudCopyright © Vivid Memories September 18, 2015The Birthing Poet – Rebirth4Love Nlistic Souldier
I prayed for the patience to wait for you and finally here you stand
Society seems in a mess Mothers cry, while Fathers stress to be polite is a disgrace as children mock you to your face drugs and sex aren't hard to find it seems as if the worlds gone blind
Your out of line And God said to get out of line. Are you too blind? You are no longer bound Bound by material things! Yet tears come to your eyes, Cause your soul is dyed.
He healed the sick, gave sight to the blind, turned water into wine Resurrected the dead, expelled evil spirits Giving undeserved grace for those that didn’t believe He died on the cross making the ultimately sacrifice
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes, Used to dream of midnight kisses, I believed in these things and much more, But all that was in a time long, long, before, Before the boy ripped at my chest,
I want to sleep...I really do. He's calling just beyond the avenue. Tight curb, love in the low life suburbs. Patiently waiting for me.Sich schminken to hide a brutally gentle tide.
This painful Earth will soon no more exist Someone please accept my last dying cry I will vastly go but here is the twist
Feeling ashamed of what i have become Not wanting to look back to my past running away from the only light there is stuck in darkness and not wanting to get out finding a savior is my only option
Life is hard, it is a battlefield. I’ve had cannons balls thrown at me, but I kept going wanting to make my family proud
Lord out here, in the wide open. I seem to always have fear, but my heart you have woven. You have taken my broken, what seemed like dead life. You have awoken,
My body is weak, my mind is strong determination will peak at the highest throng Pushing and weaving through the crowd praying someone will be kind but everyone is loud with an unsound mind
I am the wind inside the star, I am the child seen from afar. I am the water which few can drink, I am the man who dares to think. I am the fire burns ever bright, I am the ancient, age-old might.
Jesus is my hero, My hope, My Heavenly Father. Jesus is my love, My life, My Living Water. Jesus is my passion, My patience, My Prince of Peace.
You are there for me when I am crying, And in you I console. You support me in my time of need, When I require reassurance. You comfort me in my tragedies, When I can’t find another friend.
Thought I could make it without you Thought I would be ok Going at it alone Started my journey out into the world But things got hard With no friends or family by my side I broke down
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I could not imagine life without you; Though I never see you, I know your still there. In my heart I can feel you, My soul aches for your loving care.
This world gives me a feeling of starkness So many places growing with darkness Setting that place on fire Cause Lord need for you is dire It's so dark they're becoming blind
I was once lost, Unnoticed in the crowd, Never knew who I was, But now I am found. I was floating through the days Wondering where I would go, My soul was in a haze But you brought me home.
He holds my heart within his hands Bending, Molding, all to plan Sometimes it hurts, but he always works. The black is now out of my heart, leaving a hole for a new start I feel all empty, sad and alone
Your love for me is everlasting, second chances only you are casting Seeking for love all I got was lust, as time past my heart will rust Despite my past you are still grasping, unto me while I was still dancing
when i find myself lost and alone you go out of your way to make yourself known so that i can acknowledge you just as you acknowledge me too as your son who always gets lost you save me no matter the cost
With a new school year, a new start, but friends depart. And we’ve led our whole lives together, but suddenly we’re taking different paths from each other.
A book of an aunt Who no longer is here Turn the pages Listen Do you hear them cry? Torn and worn down but still prized most This book that is broken It tells a tale of sleeping beauty and her prince
There is something inside of each of our souls- this desire for the things that will destroy us. We crave to behave in ways that leave scars.