Grace

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 Why is the world filled with destruction. Why are we filled with so much obstruction. Trying my hardest to struggle through. Trying to believe and juggle through. All these obstacles I face. Leavin
She was like no other.  Her spirit alone, had enemies love one another.  The words she spoke were very charismatic.  You would be drawn in without a literal magnet. Wisdom was one of her great powers.
Still as the un-awakened beat, Until the soft stirring of the symphony takes hold,  A soul no longer held captive,  But is free. Trying to hold back the memories,  But is letting the hidden emotion flow, 
Letters bleeding bodily into blank sheets Whispering wildly in her mind Flowing creatively through the ink Mind forgetting the outside world Only imagining the one within Wishing wholeheartedly to go
The sun just rose in lost connection, Please undo the times we have held onto believe, False hope, dreams, and expectation. I'm just glad those two came out alive, In due time, it's overwhelming inside.  
Could You September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday I’m gripping tightly Onto that which makes me all I ever was and needed The words I heard and heeded
To the lord My Greatest Influence   You have taught me how to write in rhymes a story's scheme and to play my voice in rhythm.   Although my writings have been shamefully thrown out burned 
Gone too far from your glory. Often believed in my own story. Day by day, my path began to darken. Involved in all the wrong deals. Soon, I began to realize what I had sacrificed. God, I need your grace. Openly I accept you with obedience. On ever
It was A beautiful day outside, the clouds were like a painting in a frame The sun giving the clouds a kiss then peaking over their shoulder to illuminate the earth
 Where is the better birth of a servant? The mouth of a beast, the waves of the sea or the bend of a mother's heart beat? Swimming through the sewage of salvating fluid,
Though I was a sinner but now a believer Jesus my Redeemer and my only baptizer. It’s not by my righteousness I received forgiveness because He was selfless and though blameless
Sing me to sleepYes sing me a song of painSing me a song of hopeSing me to sleep dearPut hope in my mindHelp me realizeI will be fineYes sing me to sleepSing me a song of grace
Like summer cockroaches they come out hot & defiant - scattering swiftly in all directions. Breaking free from decency
She is a wildflower. Not picked for her beauty, but for her wild heart. A child of mother nature  she grows in the darkest of places. Through the cracks of brokenness she blooms with grace.
Tasted now, a love so pureSugar sweet, a cyder richA love by no other name,Which can be called thisIt's warmth embraces, even the distantA flame, a light, burning deepThe darkest of hearts can not escape
You say you don’t seeYou’ll deny it foreverBut the truth statesThere’s no such thing as “Never”
The universe,An unequivocal mess of chaotic understandingLanguage, by which, no other comparesAnd the One who authors itBy no other name than what isThe very essence of existence, language
He’s been called DeadHe’s been called a mythIt’s been askedCan He make a rock even he can’t lift?
Ash like snowKissing my skin, It fallsThe bitter warmth of the flameThe crack of the light, it dances
  Frozen hands on the face Echoing, echoing Killing me without a trace The silence, loud in my ear What then, oh my, oh dear, oh dear   That’s it, I’m done, life’s not worth living
no light at the end to guide you even though I'm pointing the way you will ignore me, won't you because you think I speak lies but I wouldn't lie to you I couldn't because you're too deep
I wish you took his hand in yours and I hope you guide him to your shining light he is not saved and he needs to be because he is too important to lose
fly into your honey, free does your soul rest with the trees  can you hear the fairy angels calling, whispering to me I am 1nce up on my time I come to earth I offer rhymes
I am the weight of the cross I am the nails in your hands I am the soldier's laugh I am loved by you!   I am the thorns on your head I am the point of the spear I am the insults of the crowd
Wrapped in a sleeve of grace Cuddled in an angel's wings Between it's heart and mine there is no space Between it and me there are no secret things   When I die my angel will hold my spirit
You taught me how to be a "man" My bad.  You taught me how to be responsible You taught me to stare at the obstacles And overcome the impossible   You taught me that sometimes I must blaze my own trail
nothing can bring me peace here in the dark I am dying but the light lives that much is evident seen through shuttered windows
I didn't think my heart could break anymore over you, But here I am wondering what to do Because every thought of you   Rips another piece away  And every time I try to pray I have no idea what to say.
It's the feeling of running through rain  holding your heels instead of trying to run in them. The sheer satin and silk tulle skirt, gracefully,  flying with you, flowing around you as you run.
I lean on my shovel and survey the field after harvest. Way back in Spring, I had set out to clear the field of blackberries. At first I snipped them down, I trimmed the whole field.
No Pain Is Wasted  My spirit was beckoned.  A savior called to me   his sweet voice said, "listen"  and I held my breath, hanging on his coming words. He came to me. He said I could be reconciled
hot pink stripes falling from the sky. deep brown waves and pale fingers falling from my head. kneeling in a field behind a church with a razor to the back of my neck
Her name was Grace But he called her Gracie. He said it in this tone of voice Like when a child sees a flower That had just bloomed in the beginning of spring.
Clouds may hide sunshine, but they bring me smiles. showing beauty and grace, never defiled.   They give me perspective, prove that Im so small, yet strong enough not to fall.  
Sometime I realize there's nothing left to say When someone that you love says it's time to walk away and Sometimes I know that there's nothing left to do But pray these words come the way they always used to do
As I stand here on this nightand look way up aboveI see God's heavens in my sightAnd I'm overwhelmed with love To picture such a marvelous placeFilled with love and peaceFull of eternal life and spaceWhere His love shall never cease All of which I
As I stand here on this nightand look way up aboveI see God's heavens in my sightAnd I'm overwhelmed with love To picture such a marvelous placeFilled with love and peaceFull of eternal life and spaceWhere His love shall never cease All of which I
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Beloved architect Lifter of sorrows I cling to you as darkness falls over me Visionless unrest arises as fear echoes vehemently But you are not shaken My heart beats fiercely and my body fails me
Slight ting from crisping golden beams, The mellow sway of palms rustles There leaves chirping Intrinsic in the forgotten hustle The sounds left beyond the tides.   The oscillating sound
They ask me what I could never do without and I am tempted to say a name or a place But I realize now what I could not survive without
Only on this island here I stand Not in sight another woman or another man I feel alone though I know I am not Thoughts running through my mind When will I eat again? Drink or bathe?
The mountains bow down to You. Oceans cry out for Your glory. You have created us and set us above angels.   
I've thought about this question plenty, too plenty to recountI could shame the number of ripples in the water surrounding theisland in which im stranded, with how many times I've rejected You.
I have been broken and I have broken other people. I have left scars on myself  and scars on others. I have felt everything at once and nothing at all. I have wished to enjoy a moment forever
Tell me, where is my mic?   When my throat isn't closed-tight
The King of Shadows Was broken in battle When a man stepped up and got nailed to a cross but He was not lost no, even Death He fought  not for Himself but for us even our soul had been marked
Lurking in unsual places  Often hard to find, Shining bright on strangers faces  with grace it falls to the blind, Making doubters optimistic Showing things in diffrent light  
A REDEFINED TREASURE I was named after an ocean grace But I have been drowning in my own outrage.   I am being eaten alive by life as my thoughts squirm down my neck.
Boldness and fear  Goliath and Uriah Michal and Bathsheba Saul and Jonathan Amnon and Tamar Brother against sister Absalom and Amnon Son against son  Son against father Child and Solomon Fasting and rejoicing Guilt and forgiveness Blood and temple
Jesus, He is Lord of Lords and King of Kings,Jesus, He is the Son of God and God's Word is the truth of all things,Jesus, He is God
I've started saying Grace, I thank Jehovah for my food.I didn't do that in the past but I've changed my attitude.Jehovah didn't have to give us taste buds but he wanted eating to be a pleasant experience.
In this life, I have sat with the lowest of lows; And have been seated at the heighest of heights... But of all the places I've been, Nothing compares to kneeling in the presence of Grace.
  Life is like a weather-man's parade,
Church is where I was on Sundays 
"Listen," they say, "for his graceful whisper. 'I love you,' He says." "Wait," they say, "for his healing touch. 'I'l heal you,' He says." "Look," they say, "for his understanding guidance. 'I will lead you,' He says."
With ease I walk         in the confidence of my Lord. His peace I stalk,         for alone I cannot afford. I see His beauty         in all of His creations. As Christians it's our duty
the love we share as humans is recycled; we dont simply give, or simply receive, but both. so why should we as humans take something we dont deserve, and abuse it,
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gabriel. My friends call me Gabe. And my father, well he hardly calls me at all. How's that for subtle? Please don't feel sorry for me.
Let your mercy lead
The Lord is my Sheperd, that means I'm the sheep, i have nowhere to go unless my Lord speaks, My Lord is my Provider, If He provides, I eat,
Enslaved by thought so I carry the tale with worn feet, My kind was contained to cultivate something sweet. Sugar cane working, Rays from the sun start to sting- My ancestors with worn feet wished for fresh wings.
Sometimes I feel like Your love is misplaced I don't even deserve the chance to imagine Your face It must be grace Even if I'm disobeying you and acting as the shoelace
I used to be a fan of bliss Used to be a daily habit smoking on that cannibus I used to be a fan of it I blew it so heavly I used to just fan the piff Mary Jane and I used to fly, I was her man to kiss
  A crooked smile A silly face
Every day I make mistakes. There are many rules I break. And I wish I wouldn’t sin. But I often do, and then, I reflect on Jesus grace. On how He took my place, On the cross He died for me,
Type. Just type. My fingers dangle above the keyboard, Splashing each word, verb, sentence- That comes to mind.  The words are like snow to me: Soft, Delicate, And pure. 
A room as empty as the heart  SHots of pain like a dart EMotions ragging in THinking of a deadly sin Water lays on his face Not wanting ro leave a trace Roarig coming from the window besides him
When others dont DESERVE grace, When they NEED a friendly face, Go out and FORGIVE them. Make them FEEL like a jem, This can KEEP them from disgrace And in return treat you with GRACE.
Out of Grace God it’s been so long, I don’t know if you’re still there. God, I fell so hard, How could you still care?
Soothing sound of water Sprays mist on your face Waterfalls have such power And grace!
To my fellow children of light 
I believe in death so that I may gain life
Courage, why have you left me
The constant dialogue of a girl and herself 
  If I could drink my tears, I’d no longer be thirsty. If they would quench the fire, I’d no longer be burning. If they would wash away the worms, I’d no longer be hurting.  
Concentrating one's mind on the wounds of a dagger, Does not heal the brutal stab wounds.   It is possible when one dwells on thoughts of anguish, One injures his being further in irreparable ways.  
Love.  It comes in many forms. The love a parent has for their child. Instant. The love a dog has for its master. Unconditional. The love a sibling has for another. Growing.
Oh how I wish I could change the past.  the mistakes I've made Are too numerous to count.  I have failed too many times.  I have disappointed others, And I have disappointed myself.   
It would never happen here.These four walls, yes, they are fortressWith glistening steeples all within clean, no, pristine.A supernatural worldWith perfect peoplewith painted on smiles and perfect lives.
Seldom do I think your not powerfulA servant of JoyA peace initiation for the Indians of SenecaA LoveA FireA beautiful path in the light of foreverA reminder of effortless serenityPush me down
I lived in StarlandWith all the fellow saviors and saintschoosing patiently to divide the grate and canisterbarren fellows without knowledge or understandingI was flying intrinsically away from the cauldron of desire
Sometimes you gotta make a new wayA new way to get you on through the dayAnd though life comes hard at you, you can know its trueThat what my God isIs That He's Love its true
The dust settles and all is clear The storm of life subsides In my darkness you are near In you I must confide   In my weakness I grow strong Through danger there is hope
Grace. The blond haired girl with an angelic face.  So hyperactive it is tough to keep pace. She lives life as to win the race.    She may not be the one to sing,
Eyes softened, Spirit felt the heart of God in tenderly melt. Golden glow your piercing gaze reflects His love in treasured clay. Reaching farther, searching more
I am Broken
I open the window and my hairs stand on end. The clouds hang low and the tree branches bend.   Triumphantly the wind sings; WHOOSH! comes its longing tune. This is one of my favorite things,
Sweet as…        
We were friends back, years ago Back When She was a awkward nerd and my hair was nappy. Now We're all grown up, reunited, And All I want is to make her happy.
Butterflies avail tight lids Bliss, for the life of we, trinity, take flight!   Flaps, nor honorary than the film that corners street jungles, From flat to round.  
As I walk across the street  I see an amazing sight, The clouds all drenched and soaking With HIS glorious light. I stop and gaze in wonder. I cannot believe my eyes. Are these the gates of Heaven,
  All I hear is the judgment of the guilty You falsely accuse of wrong doing but truthfully I believe, you have no way to prove it From my understanding he already freed us and didn’t accuse us of anything
I am numb My arm is a mess There is so much pain The cuts are stained with blood Each cut represents something It's a hidden meaning That people don't understand They just see me Broken
Have you ever looked down on a barren land Searching for the brushstrokes of an unknown hand? Staring into a sky of robin egg blue Tracing hairline cracks signaling life anew
 Cool sunset flows Making golden rivers run over hope-smoothed rocks Vibrant colors sharp in the sky Pink like hope Fading blue like faith Deep kindness, rustic orange Golden glories
I feel like I’ve tarnished your name But I am not a disgrace. For so long I felt shame But now I receive your grace. You lavish it upon me, See past all my faults. You told me who I could be
Late lonely nights I wander aimlessly in the thick, suffocating darkness that dances in envy around the glistening liquid moonlight
it’s totally pride and god, i’m scared out of my mind to be known like i have some devilish secrets to hide the fear is crippling and only draws inward   but this soul’s designed to reverse the cycle
With 7 billion people in the world, it is easy to be just another face in the crowd, craving attention by being loud. We are all born with a voice deep inside of us, which can develop over time with
Because my heart has a song to sing of life, liberty, and grace.   Because I have a voice to be heard to spread the word of love and peace.   Because I have knowledge to share
A blue and grey feather Floating down the stream Lying on its back Head towards the sky.   A boy, just a few yards beyond Sits by the flowing current, slow Letting out the tears
Miles away apart from grace, I need your love to guide me through; where no fear is ever known. Though seclude, I feel right at home. Late at night, like my overseer  I feel you watching my every move.
I have been kissed by your grace. Saved by your son, kept by your mercy, inspired by your word.   You are a relentless lord, head strong on holding your children.
Lord, you're with me every step of the way. You call my name and I call You friend. Reach up my hands to You, I give You praise. Every minute. Every second. Of everyday.
He makes me sad He makes me love him He makes me feel love for life, music  Stirring up something so gentle Feeling grace is a blessing. I long to make  Fearless, Gentle, Lively, Powerful
A Three Letter Word   No one likes to talk about it yet every human being goes through it.A three letter word that sucks all your hope, making you bitter & controlled.Some begin striving for the pot of gold which slowly fades to copper while t
Its like swallowing flint To be here. Among the talented people The children of broken homes Motor homes And hill-top homes. From the highest of life To the lowest of lows Poets, word weavers,
The world we live in is such a disgrace! Some flourish greatly while others die Do not let your life be a waste!
She weeps tears of dew; Her humble boughs sigh. Wind becomes her grace, And the sun her hope. She shields clouds of rain; Veils her heart in leaves. Weather won't weaken, Her roots sink to deep.
Happiness Is a bunny Of fluffy cotton That grows Like water And strives Like a flower Jealousy Is the death Of a relationship that Is hurting from Lack in trust
Everything has a face Just like my Brother’s old backpack Hanging in the closet with its snares and tares And every time I look At it seeing its entirety, places it’s gone, baggage it has carried
I'd rather see beauty in the flaws on the faces than have it all washed away washed away in the rain People are colors, not shades of grey, but colors combine to make grey anyway.
Always Gold By R. M. Otto   I am a cad, I am a liar I want for all but can have none; I yearn for hope but am stricken from it. All I deserve is the fire,
For a girl from a small town She wanted a lot from a big world. Tears and sorrow filled too much space, She had to do something, it had to be erased.
Sometimes I let my soul become like a desert land, building up on every side castles made with sand. I try to hide behind these walls of bitterness and shame, selfishness and hurt and pride grow like a hungry flame.
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