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The Widows Cry LoudCopyright © Vivid Memories September 18, 2015The Birthing Poet – Rebirth4Love Nlistic Souldier
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
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.
