In the quietness of night,
The overthinked thoughts of what it might;
While the trembling rain drops made noise,
The teen struggled to just shut the voice,
Having everything under the practiced control ,
While hiding the harsh and brutal faced troll.
Having other say your strong,
Unknown of the teen walking on thorn,
Maintaining the calm fake facade with the internal loud scream,
Wishing it were just a mere bad dream.
And maybe they learned to grow with it,
Still wanted to whine for playing in a sand pit,
Elders say it's bcoz of the influence of phone and friends ,
But who will tell them there is not a lot of whom they tend..
In the quietness of night ;
The overthinked thoughts turns in it just might.
I re-climb the starting block
This time a little slower
A little more measured
A little less emotional
I’ve run this race many times
The prize is still life changing
They still say it’s make or break
They still say it’s a fair race
I’ve been in the lead before
And like every tier one race
I’ve spun out every time
I’ve buckled ever time
It feels like Shawshank Redemption now
Gray with experience but seemingly apathetic
Same desire to win but seemingly content
Same desire but seemingly compassionate to lose
I don’t know if I will win
But if I do, I won’t become ego
For every winner becomes a target
For every race is a chance to become a mighty fool.
"Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them."
— John 7:38
The Confluence of Grace
As I sit down with pen in hand, there's something you should know,
When I talk about the river, I talk about the flow.
I talk about my soaring life, I talk about my fall,
Sometimes life was kind to me, sometimes I gave it all.
Like water weaving through the rocks, where sudden thunder roared,
Then smooth and still like fragile glass, just shattered by the oars.
I am the whole, untidy mess... a bothered, battered soul,
The confluence of grace where the deeper waters roll.
Converging on the rocks of life, both halves of who I am,
The fragile woman deep inside the body of a man.
I hope you see me for my soul, just exactly as He planned,
For I am just a river, created by God's own hand.
— Debra
As tranquility triumphs
over guilt-caused chaos
my heart overcomes stress
conquering frustration angsts
amidst prevailing radiant hope.
With serenity quieting me
blest cheerfulness pervades
defying attacks of fear-driven panic
to propel my commitment with kindness
toward bouncing up and moving on blissfully.
Through peace of mind
vanquishing lurking gloom
my faith has chosen victory
over skepticism and unbelief
facing trials along divine grace.
In the tranquil moments
of prayer with supplication
my spirit thanks the Prince of peace
for His tender mercy and wondrous miracles
I can testify about while subduing turbulent turmoil.
In dark times Eve is my bright delight.
she hovers over my in darkness I devour her enemies.
Walk up toward the sky head for Eve's dream.
Knights fall warden ready for the wall.
Silver rings and golden lights.
Quantum sight searching for visions of Jesus by my side.
Eve the vampire goth queen of mystery hovers over me.
In sight of the pressure we burn with our sights on the Master.
Jesus will return with the shout of an Arch angel and a trumpet of God.
Lord you are my creator who above all created Eve my mystery Babylon my sweet honey baby.
In my times of joy I dream of Eve. Her identity, a secret. her love, very real.
Rock my Rock is Jesus cause he created her My Mystery Babylon my Hidden secret my Mirror.
Hidden in the clef of the rock I am safely in your Hand my creator My Yeshua.
Thank you Jesus you are my family.
Trusting in You makes me feel whole.
Honoring you is my whole reason to exist until you come back.
Roses and Violins crashing into shadows.
Honey coated coffee.
Lemon roasted minds full of toffee and we soon dine.
Dining on oceans we dance toward the fun king.
Lions bowing low, Heavy singing and we know.
Jesus is our mighty one Lord of Lords.
making love to the wind, chasing dreams of meeting her my best friend..
Walking toward the end of each road I still dance with the star of the show.
Candles and my coffee tastes good.
I relied on my strength,
I relied on my own understanding,
I relied on what I believed I could do—
And I failed.
I undermined myself,
I hated myself,
And I continued to condemn myself.
But You, O Lord, were patient.
You continued to love me,
Even when I hated myself,
Even when I thought no one
Would ever come to love me.
But You proved me wrong.
From beginning to the end,
You loved me.
And all You ever asked of me
Was my surrendered heart.
All You asked of me was to surrender,
And You said You would take care of it.
I was unsure,
And I still am.
But I remembered Your goodness,
And I remembered Your miracles.
So, despite my doubts,
I chose to trust You.
Death has no bells; he has no arrival ceremony.
He comes to take the lives of all who inhabit the earth.
He is quick and subtle; he stirs a river of tears among the living.
He knows no color or status, no evil or good.
Who has the wisdom to prepare for him, or to whom has it been revealed?
For centuries, mankind has searched far and wide, yet many have never succeeded.
There was a Man who lived and died, who was crucified upon a cross.
Yet He cheated death, rising after three days.
Death! Who in Jesus trembles before you?
For you have a Master to whom you must answer, who is the Christ.
For through death we enter paradise and behold the Savior's face.
Repent, all people, for you have sinned against God and His righteousness.
Turn to Jesus, for in Him is eternal life.
Seek His face, for sweet is His presence.
For easy is the way to unrighteousness,
but straight and narrow is the way to life.
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Sing a song, the song of grace,
That saved me from that wretched place,
Where tears and agony know no end,
Where crackling flames consume the condemned.
It's through the blood that life is shown;
It's through the blood that I am known—
Not for sin or past mistakes,
But as one of the saints.
For a great price was paid;
How can my soul not be saved?
For by grace I was sought,
And by grace I was bought.
I did not call upon His name,
Nor even thought to seek His face.;
Yet still He called my soul, though lame:
"Fear not, for you were bought by My grace."
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Wait for the Lord, all you His people;
why do you hasten so?
Be like a wise farmer who tends to his crop,
or the birds of the air
who search for nourishment.
For what would be their profit?
If not the racing of their hearts,
bringing them to their end.
So trust in Him,
like the blind trusting their cane
to guide their steps.
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Lord, tears fall at night so silently;
people don't notice.
In the pitch-dark hours, no one can see
puffy, red faces in broken homes
or with broken lives,
where there is no peace.
They cry and cry till sunup,
and some fall asleep,
with no appetite to eat,
for their souls are hungry for peace.
They sing,
"Who really loves me?
Who can save me
from these thoughts that torment me?"
They all judge them, Lord—
their friends and family.
They have all turned
their backs on them.
But Lord, You see.
And You are faithful,
for You never sleep.
Show them Your never-ending love,
the power of a King clothed in majesty,
with a crown of thorns
and holes in His arms and feet.
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God, deliver her to me,
For she is the only one
Who deserves my love and passion.
Her angelic descent to this earth,
A world that doesn’t deserve her beauty
Yet owes her everything,
Is why I long to see our souls intertwine.
The love I feel for her, God,
Is the same love you felt
Watching your Son baptized in the Jordan.
Just as the dove flew over Him, so does my heart.
I cannot find it in my heart to reject
The idea of her I have built.
Everything I’ve ever wanted,
She has granted with a touch.
Her graceful arms caress my coarse back;
Her slender figure flutters across my mind.
The way she tilts her head and smiles
Captures my gaze like no other woman can.
Her beauty doesn’t come without intelligence;
She is able to enlighten me to greater heights.
The truths I once struggled to bear,
She taught me with such tender mercy.
My Heavenly Father, she is Your creation.
I can see Your compassion through her.
She feeds the hungry and cares for the sick,
Loving children and the elderly as her own.
God, I implore You to let me
Love this woman of my dreams
As much as I love You.
Sometimes I fear
I’ve never known you -
like a leaf might think
it knows its mother tree
from spring
to summer
to fall—
ing
into winter’s
cold, hard ground,
severed from the branches
that once nourished it.
Caught in a season
where familiarity
finds itself face to face
with formality,
and transition
resembles exile.
Maybe one day what is left of me
will sink deep enough
to find something I could never see
from the branches -
where darkness can decipher
whether I never knew you,
or whether knowing you
was never supposed to mean
I wouldn’t fall.
Just, a small branch of the Living tree,
Engrafted,by a purchased possession free.
Broken, once tried in own works to sprout,
Thy, leaves, branches ,and roots in drought.
Would, leave thee to seek a new source,
One day death ignited a change of course.
Intertwined, into the eternal roots,
Newfound,knowledge of angelic fruits.
Just a small branch of the Living tree.
Into purification as One with the Key.
For in him we live, breathe, and grow,
To showcase the glory of clothes as snow.
Being, pruned moment by moment of old ways,
Just a small branch of the Living tree thou pray.
To remain in this newfound land of habitation,
For,in him was formed this majestic creation.
Sometimes I think.
Sometimes I feel.
Sometimes I listen.
And sometimes,
sometimes comes.
And maybe
sometimes
it's real.
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