An Empty ShellAn Empty Shell
Sometimes I have this strange feeling,
Some may call it emptiness, or loneliness, or my heart isn't just healing,
I feel as if I'm a plastic Easter egg,
An egg that looks so good on the outside, that would make any child beg,
My exterior is just so eye-appealing to anyone,
But once they look in the inside, they know I am no prize to be won,
I have nothing no candy, chocolate, trinkets, or toys,
Just another empty shell that won't give them any joy,
So they toss me in the trash like they always do,
And soon I started to believe I was worthless and nothing, too.
But then, someone picked me up from the trash,
And filled me with something more valuable than cash,
They loved me, even though I wasn't filled with anything great,
Yet, they still managed to accept me and didn't mistreat me with hate,
As I stared at this person I understood then,
That God was the person, who would love me again and again,
He filled up my plastic egg more than anyone could ever do,
And that E
Faith is blind, and love is immune to hate.We need noise, to appreciante silence.
We need rain, to see the rainbow.
We need darkness to love the light.
We need fights, to have a real friendship.
We need darkness too see the stars.
We need to suffer, to be strong.
We need troubles, to appreciate peace.
We need to struggle, to win.
We need to laught to forget the tears,
we need to fall, to raise.
We have to fail, to learn.
But we dont need to see, to believe and
we dont need hate, to love.
Imperfect.I was sitting today in church, listening to people sing
At the surface it seems beautiful, without a slip or fall
But an observant heart can see
flaws in the melody
Every flat or sharp
Missed Cues, lost words
Such imperfect songs for such a perfect Lord!
I sit in my room alone, sinking in my thoughts
At the surface I seem wonderful, without a care or fear
But within my heart I see
flaws in my melody
Every doubt or smirk
Missed cues, lost words
I throw my head in my hands, loathing one like me
Such an imperfect life for such a perfect Lord!
"Why do you call for us to sing?"
I cried out to my God
"When our pitch is often off, and the words are full of doubt?"
"Why do you want such imperfect songs for such a perfect God?"
God just smiled
He pulled me close to him and simply said:
"Because it's yours."
True LoveTrue love is a crimson coat
That no one dares to wear.
It's talked about, and dreamed about,
But no one seems to care.
It stays locked in a wardrobe,
And seldom looked upon;
But no one dares to wear the coat
That only One has donned.
That One, they say, who wore the coat
Was often called a Son.
A son, by whom, the people say,
Victory o're death had won.
The coat had earned its color
By the blood that He had spilt.
But, died He not
How grass dies, or how roses wilt.
Who can match this sacrifice?
Who compare to this?
Can anyone amount to it
With just one simple kiss?
With just one hug, an "I love you";
An action, oh-so-trite.
Can any show a love that's true?
And don the coat, they might?
God's GraceGod hears all
The thoughts you want no one to hear
The nonsense prayers of a volleyball game
The prayers of fear
The impossible prayers
The selfish prayers
To say you walk alone in this world
Is to let God's hand go
And battle the challenges of the world
As a person
A grain of rice
In a heaping pile
Life gets hard
We become hopeless
People judge us on our looks
They fall under temptations
But you have to stay strong
We must walk hand in hand with God
Accepting loss that seems unfathomable
Interlacing fingers with Him
And walking into a war zone
Knowing the grace of God will save your soul
Even if it doesn't save your body
Everyone's a sinner
But we are saved by Jesus
And the grace of God
Because of YouI know I'm crazy,
but its because of you.
I think you're causing,
when I see you.
I don't know what to say,
but I'll give you some space.
I don't know what to do,
but I think, I like you.
You make me smile,
you make me laugh,
you make me blush,
but you don't see,
or is it just me??
HeldI am held.
They ask me to crunch numbers and
Remember dates, to hold
The phone - to hurry up and
My arms are piled high with
Books; my brow is furrowed
In reponse to their funny looks.
Buying gas and working shifts, my
Heart is heavy trying
To lift a
Million different important
And ask me for directions.
If my life is like a raging storm,
You're the port; You're the port.
If my life is a search for some great song,
You're the sound; You're the sound.
If my life is a journey for hidden treasure,
You're Who I find; You're Who I find.
My life is not a list of what to do and don't.
My life is not a compilation of what I will and won't.
I am Yours, forevermore.
School or job or sleep or friends -
It all ends, it all ends.
But Your love holds me forever.
I am held.