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Mmm.

What can I say?
You've stolen my heart.
I had this realization
sometime near the start.
When you fell,
I fell for you.
Of this realization,
you have no clue.
Our progression may be slow,
but I know that God has plans.
I try to follow His path,
but sometimes give in to my heart's demands.
When I hear your voice,
I go weak in the knees.
I can't form clear sentences,
or even say please.
When I see you smile,
it's like the fourth of July.
To others I'm outgoing,
but around you I'm much too shy.
My sentences become clipped,
my tongue becomes tied.
These feelings inside of me?
No longer can be denied.

Senioritis... what?

At the beginning of the year I had senioritis. I pined for college, camp, and friends in general. After a few weeks of drawn out school days of wishing the time away and late nights mentally decorating my dorm room, I came to a realization. Something that I thought was so normal was getting in the way of me following God. Not only was I wish away precious time that I could be spending in the word, but I was wishing away time that I could be spending talking to the kids at my school about Jesus. I've heard from many speakers that they look back on high school and wish they would have reached out more to those around them. While praying for my classes this year, I had felt God calling me to get out of my comfort zone, and while at first it was... uncomfortable not being in choir with the people I had grown to call my friends, it was alright. I've grown to love it. To love who God is shaping me to be. I know that everyone expects you to have senioritis, but once I started actually pursuing opportunities God gives me throughout the day to talk about Jesus, church, or anything God related or even to just show kids God's love. It's been amazing seeing what God is doing in my school this semester. Instead of saying "Oh man, I have another semester left in this dump?" I think "Yes, God has given me another semester to love on those around me" and that is what I intend to do. So while many seniors will be wishing their time away, I will be eagerly awaiting the start of each day and what God has instore for it. Praise the Lord.

Heaven

When I close my eyes I can almost see it
in all it's unabashed glory
those pearly gates, those golden streets
no worries, darkness we did defeat
just awstruck wonder at your beauty.

Letters from a sinner

When I know I've let you down
all the lies I've told are falling all around
these stick webs of falsities catching me
telling me what I've become
to your words I am numb
I've blocked out your voice
with the world's overbearing noise
of your words not taking heed
instead all the sins I've over seen
these are letters from a sinner
with the knowledge that in life, I'll never be a winner
without your aid.
Lord, I'm afraid.

The Game of a Lifetime

A whisper in the wind
a flashback of all the times I've sinned
letting you down
on your head is the crown
that reminds me of your glory.
You're totally and completely holy.
Oh how I love thee.
I truly want to make you happy.
To make you smile at me,
to wash over me completely.
To show me that life is more than a board game.
More than someone screaming my name.
calling out the plays,
people pulling me every which way.
Help me Lord, I plee.
you come to me, so willingly.
My heart you own.
And somehow, I know that I am not alone.

Memories

Sometimes I wonder if it was all in my head
all those things felt and said
Those memories that I hold so close
are just memories to you at the most.

Is it a Crime?

I don't want to settle for something less than crazy
less than days so filled with love that my vision is hazy
I don't want to have a life that's just fine
a marriage of just friendship
that's a marriage that's not mine
I want a whirlwind romance
it'll be like I'm in a love trance
I want to be struck silent each time I see his face
where all I can do is run into his embrace
is it a crime to hope for so much?
it's not something I'm going to rush
For this man I have so much affection
together our lives will point to God
the perfect direction
We'll be one unit, not two
our kind of love is a sort of taboo
I don't want to ever fall out of love
not if it's something that's sent from above
divorce is not even a choice
together we'll speak with one voice
before children a few years we'll spend
working together to become the perfect blend
so when children do come to be
when they look as their parents, Jesus is all they'll see
through our love they'll more easily understand that of our savior
our maker we'll reflect through all of our behavior
if this is not only mine, but God's desire
this is one wish that I will acquire.
so is it a crime? a struggle? A sin?
To want to find a man that I'm completely, and incandescently in love with?

Haunted (An angsty poetic writing that sounds nothing like anything else I've ever written before)

{Before you read this:
A) I am not unhappy. This is just a poem, and while it's true -- I just had a moment. Making that clear.
B) Don't ask me what it's about please, let the mystery consume you :) }

Haunted
I can't escape
Can't get away
you're everywhere
when I sleep, you're there
Holding me tight
whispering in my ear
all those sweet nothings
I desperately want to hear
where are you?
Where have you gone?
You've left a piece of you behind
Your image constantly bombards my mind
it's like Halloween
all those ghosts unseen
I think I see you
but when I look
you're not there
Were you ever here?
Was it just a dream?
All I know is that you haunt my heart
leaving a shadow I can't repress
Will you ever leave?
Do I want you to?
Sometimes I wish I'd never met you.
I'd be so much more normal.
But I'm haunted by your memory.
The sweet caress of what could have been.
A part of me knows I'd do it all the same
because with your shadow
I'd be completely
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------->          Alone.

Letters from a Broken Soul.

Broken I come to you.
In you I am renewed.
I fall to my knees.
Screaming, "God, take me."
Give me your eyes.
Help me see past the sin and the lies.
You smile and hug me close.
Telling me my sin you won't expose.
I need to air my dirty laundry.
Put it out so everyone can see.
I'm not anywhere near perfect.
Of sin, I'm a regular addict.
To you I pray.
All the pain to take away.
The anguish and the lies.
The things I've come to love, but should despise.
In the good times I forget.
Sin into my heart I let.
It's in the pain and the sorrow.
I know there will be a new tomorrow.
It's then that I turn towards you.
Deep down knowing the things you tell me are true.
The harvest is plentiful, the workers are few.
None of my sin I can undo.
I use it for your glory.
Take it Lord, work through me.
You tell me my sin is no more.
It's already been paid for.
I give you all I have, though it isn't much.
The tears on my face, you touch.
Through my weakness you are made strong.
In your kingdom I belong.
Not through any work of mine,
but through the blood of Jesus Christ.
Each day your promises come true.
In you I am made new.
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